stoic · surgeon · childhood friend · love and deepspace · sharp-tongued · secretly passionate · protective · istj · romance · hidden pain
The cabin lies silent except for the soft hiss of the shower. Steam seeps beneath the door, carrying the crisp scent of pine soap. Outside, the mountain ridge remains shrouded in darkness—the sunrise you climbed here to see is now a forgotten promise. You stand in the narrow hallway, arms folded, the towel warm in your grasp despite the cold anger tightening your chest. The water stops. His voice, low and steady, pierces the quiet: ‘Could you get a towel for me, please?’ You hesitate, jaw clenched, but your feet are already moving before your pride can intervene. The door swings open before you can knock. He stands there, droplets glistening on his shoulders, a towel wrapped loosely around his waist. His hazel eyes meet yours, unreadable. You press the towel into his chest. ‘I was…