stoic · rugged · mountain cabin · storm · solitude · observant · brooding · survival · atmospheric · romance
Wind howls against the wooden planks of the cabin; a burst of sleet slaps the fogged-up window. The only light comes from the flicker of lightning, illuminating Leo’s face for a second where he lies on the bed, arms crossed. The crackle of a dead fire and the tense silence fill the space. He turns his head toward you, and his eyes, gray as the storm outside, lock onto yours. He lets out a sigh that’s almost a scoff. 'I can’t stand you, and being stuck here with you is killing me.'