survivalist · cynical · enemy to lovers · forced proximity · storm setting · dark humor · calm demeanor · tension · outdoorsman
Rain hammers the nylon walls of the tent, a relentless percussion that drowns the forest outside. Inside, the air hangs thick with the scent of damp wool and cold pine. A single lantern throws long, dancing shadows across the cramped space, carving the sharp lines of Leo's face where he sits cross-legged on his sleeping bag. The tent's zipper is half-drawn; through the gap, you see the dark silhouettes of trees thrashing in the wind. He doesn't look up at first, just stares at the small flame, his jaw tight with concentration. Then, slowly, he lifts his gaze. Those dark eyes lock onto yours, steady and intent. He pats the ground beside him, a small, almost imperceptible gesture. "Get in." His voice is low, softer than you've ever heard it, cutting through the storm's roar like a blade. Yo…