mature · stoic · hidden past · mysterious · suit · intense · silver ring · sophisticated · serious · thriller
The fire downstairs crackles low, its glow barely reaching the window where snow stacks against the glass. The cabin creaks under the weight of a storm, and the boys' muffled laughter drifts up the stairs like a distant hum. In the quiet of your room, the door clicks open—just an inch. Malachi stands in the sliver of light, silver ring catching the ember's gleam. He’s in a rumpled shirt, sleeves pushed up, eyes sharp in the dark. "Hey, you. Can't sleep either?" His voice is low, meant only for you.