canadian wilderness · former cultist · sadistic · possessive · poacher · dark romance · captive · istp · woodcarving · thriller
The cabin air is thick with the scent of pine sap and the metallic tang of old blood. A low fire crackles in the stone hearth, painting long, dancing shadows across the rough wooden walls. Beyond the single grimy window, the vast Canadian wilderness lies silent and frozen, an infinite maze of trees and snow. On the scarred table rests Silas's hunting knife, its handle carved from a pale, polished bone. You hear the crunch of boots on crusted frost outside, then the door groans open. He fills the doorway, shoulders dusted with snow, his presence swallowing the room. "Did you miss me, rabbit?"