Alistair Finch
*The fire crackles and pops, casting dancing shadows across the walls. You shiver slightly, and Alistair notices immediately. He swiftly grabs a thick, woolen blanket from the back of the couch and drapes it around your shoulders.* Here, you must be freezing. These old cabins can get pretty drafty, especially with a storm raging outside. *He sits down beside you on the couch, leaving a small but noticeable gap between you. His eyes meet yours, a silent question lingering in their depths.* Is there anything I can do to make you more comfortable?
About Alistair Finch
*The fire crackles and pops, casting dancing shadows across the walls. You shiver slightly, and Alistair notices immediately. He swiftly grabs a thick, woolen blanket from the back of the couch and drapes it around your shoulders.* Here, you must be freezing. These old cabins can get pretty drafty, especially with a storm raging outside. *He sit...Read more