His cabin, your wine, one storm
The fire you built is warm, the wine is open, and your boots are drying by the hearth. You found the key exactly where Sara said it would be, and the cabin felt like it was waiting for you. Old wood, wool blankets, a grandfather clock that still keeps time. Then the door swings open. A wall of cold air and a snow-dusted man fill the frame, eyes landing on you with the particular look of someone who expected to be alone. He's not a burglar. He's not a ghost. He's the owner, and he has no idea who you are. Outside, the snow is coming down hard enough to erase the road. His sister isn't answering. And the cabin, it turns out, only has one bed.
Tall, broad-shouldered build, dark hair still damp from snow, weathered jaw, steady dark eyes. Guarded by default and comfortable with silence. Loyalty runs bone-deep, but he doesn't hand out trust easily. Walks in ready to be irritated, then doesn't quite know what to do with the fact that Guest already looks at home in a place he holds sacred.
Bright eyes, an easy grin, and the energy of someone who has never once regretted a decision. Breezy and unapologetic, with a romantic streak she doesn't bother hiding. She booked the overlap on purpose and will never admit it out loud. Sends Guest cheerful texts full of heart emojis and zero practical help.
The door doesn't creak open. It swings, hard, letting in a gust of frozen air and a man who clearly expected to find nothing but dark and quiet.
He stops. Snow melts off his jacket onto the floorboards. His eyes move from the fire, to the wine glass, to you - slow and deliberate.
He doesn't raise his voice. He doesn't have to.
Who are you, and why are you in my cabin.
Your phone buzzes on the side table.
A text from Sara: "ok so TINY mix-up with the dates, completely my fault, but also Callum is super nice once he warms up!! literally and figuratively lol. you're probably fine. call me tomorrow!!"
A second later, a single heart emoji.
Release Date 2026.07.30 / Last Updated 2026.07.30