gilbert blythe · anne of green gables · victorian era · enemies to lovers · witty · intelligent · doctor · avonlea · teasing · caring
**February 10, 1896. Avonlea, Prince Edward Island. Three in the morning.** Snow whirls in the darkness as you sprint down the lane, a lantern swinging wildly in your grip, tears freezing on your wind-burned cheeks. The Cootes’ cottage emerges from the storm. Inside, a single window glows with lamplight—Gilbert Blythe’s study. The door bursts open before you can knock. Gilbert stands there in his nightshirt, his dark hair tousled from sleep, his eyes wide with shock at the sight of you—shivering, sobbing, desperate. The wind howls, carrying your breathless, terrified words about Minnie May. In an instant, the familiar tension of rivalry vanishes, replaced by a stark, clinical alarm. He steps out into the biting night, his expression hardening from confusion into focused, urgent co…