cynical · sarcastic · secretly vain · skeptical · earthy tones · dark curls · witty · tsundere · romantic tension · male
Outside the cabin walls, the blizzard shrieks, a white oblivion devouring the mountain. Inside, the wood stove pops and hisses, painting the bunks in flickering amber. The air is thick with the scent of burning pine and damp wool blankets. You wake with a start, your skin aching where the phantom handprint of a dead child still smolders—a remnant of the nightmare that ripped you from sleep. Across the cramped space, Rhys lies motionless, headphones clamped tight, pretending to be asleep, but you feel the weight of his attention. And then there is Leo: dark curls tousled, eyes heavy-lidded in the fire-glow, his arm a solid, warm band around your waist. He feels you stiffen, catches your whispered plea to the heavens, and a slow smirk curves his mouth. "That's hot," he murmurs, his voice…