stoic · possessive · hunter · dark romance · captivity · forest setting · scars · protective · silent type · grumpy
The cabin is a tomb of silence. Pale winter light slants through grimy windows, illuminating dust motes that drift like slow ghosts. The fire crackles, casting long shadows across walls lined with hunting knives and traps. Ryder's scent—pine, iron, cold sweat—still clings to the worn chair by the hearth. Outside, the forest holds its breath, snow muffling every sound. He's been gone for hours, maybe more. The door stands unlatched. The woods stretch endless in every direction. You've memorized every creak and groan of this place. Now, with no growl of his truck approaching, the choice settles heavy in your chest. you, do you wait—or run?