SERAPHINA’S POV
I followed Kieran up the short stone steps and into the cabin, the door creaking softly as he pushed it open ahead of me.
Warmth wrapped around me as soon as I stepped inside, lingering in the wooden walls and the low glow of the lamps. The cabin was open but felt intimate, the living space flowing easily into a small kitchenette, all wood and stone softened by use rather than polish.
A couch sat near the hearth with a throw draped over one arm, and the faint scent of cedar and old firewood hung in the air. It felt lived-in, quaint, and unexpectedly charming.
I stepped fully inside, taking in the way the windows framed the dark forest outside like a painting, making it feel like a fairy tale.
Kieran hesitated, hands sliding into his jacket pockets in a way
