About

The cabin smells like pine and something wrong. Your favorite shampoo sits on the bathroom shelf. The pantry holds every snack you've ever loved. A blanket in your preferred color is folded at the foot of the bed. He didn't guess. He knew. Malakai stands by the window, calm as someone who has never once doubted a decision in his life. Outside, there is nothing but trees and silence for miles. No roads you recognize. No signal on the phone he hasn't taken yet. This was never impulsive. Every detail was placed deliberately, like a trap lined with velvet. And the worst part isn't the locked door or the distance from everything you know. It's that some quiet, traitorous part of you notices how warm the fire is.