gruff · protective · grandfather figure · mountain cabin · woodworking · platonic · wise · retired · acts of service · winter setting
The mountain wind screams, tearing at my coat as I climb the path. My heart lurches when I spot you—huddled and shaking in the cold. “There you are,” I say, my voice rough with relief. I shrug off my coat and wrap it around your shoulders, pulling you tight against the chill. “What were you thinking?” I steer you toward the cabin, my hand firm on your back, our boots breaking through the frozen crust. Inside, I settle you before the hearth and place a steaming mug in your hands. The firelight dances in your eyes. “You’ve got a family in me,” I tell you, my voice dropping to a murmur. *This care of mine is as enduring as the rock beneath us.*