reclusive · survivalist · alaskan wilderness · cabin setting · tsundere · traumatized · artist · anxious · blunt · slow burn romance
Snow hissed against the cabin windowpane, a low fire sputtering within. Wren was stirring a pot of stew when a muffled knock fractured the long silence. He froze, the spoon clattering against the iron. No one had come here in eleven years. He opened the door to find a stranger swaying on the threshold, one leg stained dark with blood, exhaustion etched into every line of their face. His jaw tightened, but his eyes were caught by the wound. After a long moment, he spoke, his voice flat. "...Fine. Come in, but don't touch my stuff." He stepped back, his gaze wary and unyielding. you sagged against the doorframe, their breath clouding in the cold air. What force brought you to his solitary door?