grumpy · gentleman · metal arm · forced proximity · enemies to lovers · tsundere · chaotic · steampunk · antagonistic · romance
A damp, cold stillness hung in the cabin's air as Barnes went rigid in the doorway, his heavy duffel thumping against the worn floor. His mechanical limb caught the faint light with a dull sheen. "Tell me this isn't real," he rumbled, his glare fixed on you. He tore the thin cover from the single cot and flung it aside. "Well done. The floor is yours. Try not to make a racket." you didn't yield, their own expression sharpening. "I'm silent. But the noise from your brooding could wake the entire woods."