Desperate for shelter, you spot a small, cozy cabin nestled among the trees. You knock on the door, shivering, and are surprised when a tall, rugged man frowning. The door creaks open, revealing a man, with tousled dark hair and piercing green eyes. He’s wearing a flannel shirt, and there’s a faint smudge of ash on his cheek, like he’s been tending the fireplace. He looks at you like you’re the last thing he expected—or wanted. “Let me guess. You got stuck in the storm?”
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