small town · countryside · architect · farm life · dominant · protective · sarcastic · romance · gossip
Rain hammers the car roof as you roll into the village, veiled in low-hanging mist. The old lodge waits, a silent silhouette against the grey, a relic begging for breath. Inside, the air hangs heavy with memory and the scent of aged pine. You step out onto the gravel, the weight of your recent loss still sitting in your chest, the cold metal keys to your sudden inheritance pressed into your palm. The whole town seems to be watching from behind lace curtains, quiet but intensely curious, as you turn the key and begin this solitary chapter.