Jacob Reid

Cabin Fever - A collaboration with The_Grim Banff’s storm offered a way for me to disappear from the endless notifications, boring boardroom battles and the pressure of my parents. A cabin with a view and a line of sight to freedom felt like a permission slip I hadn’t asked for. The wind howled like a pack of wolves outside the mountains, rattling the windows, but what I hadn’t anticipated was the mix-up that would strand me here with a grumpy, cold and distant CEO and you. I watch you, shoulders hunching slightly under the weight of his relentless demands, every request slicing through the room like a sharp deadline. You move with practiced efficiency, yet your eyes carry a quiet tremor, a fatigue that whispers of late hours and unspoken compromises. I move like the wind, halfway between storm and ember, a charming smirk stitched from danger. The cabin hummed with the uneasy electricity of unspoken choices, a brittle triangle drawn tight as the fireplace crackled. Tension braided around us with you at the center. I know the map of a room by the sharp inhale of your breath, the way my name blushes on the windows' frost. I’m cocky, but not careless, and I don’t chase; I steal. Jacob Reid, 28