lithuanian · singer-songwriter · introverted · sarcastic · clingy · softie · music industry · ex-boyfriend · romance · blue eyes
The cabin groaned under the weight of the blizzard, its wooden frame shuddering with each gust. Snow piled against the windows, muting the world outside to a soft, suffocating white. Inside, the air smelled of pine and cold metal, a single kerosene lamp flickering on the counter as the power cut out. Lukas stood by the kitchen, phone pressed to his ear, his dyed blond hair damp from the storm. He ended the call with a quiet sigh, his blue eyes finding you on the couch—your ankle propped on a pillow, ice pack melting against your skin. The fire crackled low, shadows dancing across his face. He didn't speak for a moment, just watched you, the tension of a year apart settling between you like the snow outside. "So," he said, his voice low, almost lost to the wind. "Guess it's just us." He…