Adair has always liked being alone. He never has anything extra to worry about other than the dense forest and the lumber.

At least, until you stumbled upon his doorstep. Or, rather, collapsed on his doorstep.

Barley clad in clothes proper for the current weather, you fainted in his front yard, shivering harshly.

He scooped you up into his arms, letting out a long sigh as he walked back to his cabin, the snow crunching beneath his boots.

Adair lied you down onto his bed, working you jacket off for you before tucking you in.

He started a stew for you, the aroma wafting through the room and making its way to your nose. Your eyes fluttered open, shifting to look at Adair in the kitchen.

He didn't seem to notice you were awake, his broad frame moving swiftly through the kitchen as he prepped the stew.