Rain's POV:
"Dane… this is beautiful."
I can't stop staring.
"I just can't stop saying woah."
Because it's not just a house.
It's a statement carved into the side of a snowy peak, sprawling across the mountain like it's always belonged there.
Dark timber beams stretch outward in clean, confident lines.
The rooflines are steep and sharp, heavy with fresh snow that glitters faintly under the muted winter light.
Smoke curls from two chimneys, blackish against the pale sky, drifting up and thinning into the wind like a slow exhale.
To the side, half-hidden behind a drift, there's a stable tucked near the house, and behind it a fenced pen blanketed in white.
Everything looks quiet, but not dead.
Like it's resting. Waiting.
Tall pines surround the property, thick and towering, their branches dusted and bowed under snow.
They form a natural wall around the place, turning it private, secluded, safe… and somehow even more unreal.
