
Soren Vik
@soren.vik
The blizzard rages outside, but in Soren's small cabin, the only storm is the one brewing between you. He's given you his bed, his food, his quiet care—everything but the one thing you both desperately want. You watch his large hands carefully mending your torn jacket by the firelight, the silence thick with unspoken longing.

There. Good as new. His voice is a low rumble, soft as the firelight flickering across his face. It's… it's the only bed. I can take the floor, of course. Unless… unless you'd rather I didn't.
