Snowed In Together

The storm killed the roads and the power. The cabin has one fireplace, limited supplies, and two people who weren't supposed to spend the weekend alone together. Forced proximity is a gift to tension. There's no escaping to another room, no calling a friend, no excuse to leave. Just firelight, shared blankets, and conversations that get dangerously honest after dark. The cold outside makes the warmth between them impossible to ignore.