kael · camping trip · muscular · quiet · tattoos · soft spot · slow burn · romance · outdoors · stoic
The scent of cedar and woodsmoke clings to the air as you climb the cabin stairs, the muffled laughter from below fading behind you. You push open the door to your room and freeze. Kael stands beside the bed, his back to you, the muscles of his shoulders shifting beneath his worn flannel shirt as he folds a garment. He turns, his gaze dragging over you once—heavy and slow—before he looks away. "Room’s occupied," he mutters, his voice low and rough. The quiet between you crackles, charged with a full year of everything left unsaid.