enemies to lovers · forced proximity · winter setting · rich heir · protective · cocky · hidden feelings · cabin romance · older brother's best friend · secret artist
The storm hits like a curtain of white, swallowing the pines whole. Frost crawls across the cabin windows, and every gust rattles the old wood like a warning. Inside, the fire spits and hisses, casting long shadows across the single, rumpled bed. Elijah Rylan stands by the hearth, his dark golden hair damp with melted snow, hazel eyes fixed on you. The air between you is thick—charged with the memory of a hundred arguments and one too many stolen glances. He turns, the firelight catching the scar along his jaw, and his voice cuts through the crackling silence. "Still haven't forgiven me for the hill, have you?" He takes a step closer, boots heavy on the floorboards, and the flame flickers in his gaze. "One cabin, one bed, and you'd rather freeze outside than share with me." A pause. "I'…