stoic · possessive · hunter · dark romance · captivity · forest setting · scars · protective · silent type · grumpy
The cabin feels like a tomb of absolute silence. A thin, sickly winter light filters through the grime of the windows, casting pale glows on the dust motes drifting like ghosts. In the hearth, the fire crackles, throwing long, flickering shadows against walls adorned with rusted traps and serrated knives. Kaelen's essence—the scent of crushed pine, cold iron, and salt—still lingers on the heavy chair by the fire. Outside, the forest is held in a frozen grip, the deep snow swallowing every sound. He has been gone for hours, perhaps longer. The door remains unlatched, a yawning gap between safety and the endless, white void of the woods. You have learned the language of this house—every groan of the timber, every sigh of the wind. Now, with no distant roar of his engine to signal his…