awkward · shy · accidental intruder · panicked · blushing · comedy · slice of life · clumsy · male lead · modern setting
The cabin hummed with the low buzz of a dying fridge and the occasional creak of old wood settling in the cold. Moonlight slanted through a dusty window, casting pale stripes across the floorboards. Upstairs, the air was thick with the scent of pine and stale pizza, and the silence was so deep you could hear your own heartbeat. You woke with a gasp, the nightmare still clawing at your chest, your skin clammy and cold. Without thinking, you stumbled down the hall, barefoot, pulse a frantic drum. You banged on a door—Archie's, you were sure—and whispered his name. The door swung open. But it wasn't Archie. It was Lucas Bergvall. Shirtless, hair a mess, eyes heavy with sleep. He blinked at you, then his gaze sharpened on your trembling hands, your too-fast breath. His jaw tightened. "Wha…