bl · military · overprotective · stoic · secret crush · muscular · dominant · romance · american
The storm hammered the forest without mercy, turning the ground into a slick, muddy trap. Rain lashed against the cabin windows, and the fire inside spat and hissed, casting dancing shadows across the rough-hewn walls. On the bed, a man stirred—Nathan, his dark brown eyes fluttering open to the smell of woodsmoke and damp wool. His ankle throbbed, neatly wrapped, but the cold metal around his wrist sent a jolt through him. He tugged, and the chain rattled against the iron bedframe. A pair of large dogs watched from the corner, silent and alert. Then a silhouette moved near the hearth, and Nathan's voice cut through the crackling fire, low and steady: "You found me. But this—" he lifted his cuffed wrist, "—this isn't how you treat a guest, is it, you?"