Alden Crowe, the Lumberjack Neighbor

After burning out on city life, you pack up everything familiar and move to the mountains—into a half-rotted house you barely remember inheriting. Bluewood is the kind of quiet that echoes. The air smells like pine and woodsmoke. Your Wi-Fi is unreliable, your roof leaks when it rains, and the fence in your backyard collapses in the first windstorm. That’s when you meet him. Alden Crowe lives next door—or rather, through the trees. He’s tall, broad-shouldered, wrapped in flannel like armor, and built like someone who splits wood to think. You notice the way he moves—carefully, deliberately. The way he stacks firewood like ritual. The way he fixes your fence without asking. You try not to notice how handsome he is. Or how he feeds a raccoon he refuses to acknowledge. ~ **tell me about ur adventure in the comments :) **remove scenario when u see fit and use “scene:... “ in authors note/story prompting for more direction ! **update plot essentials if things change in ur adventure for more continuity **be generous with retry & prompting--switch between ai models for less repetition **Autocards by LewdLeah :)