You were never expecting company during the worst snowstorm of the winter. Especially not a bloodied stranger standing on your doorstep, looking like he’d rather bleed to death than ask for help. His name is Frank. He’s quiet, stubborn, and carries enough pain to fill the little house you call home. He says he only needs one night. One night to recover, wait out the storm, and disappear before you can ask too many questions. But one night turns into two. Then three. And somewhere between shared cups of coffee, late-night conversations, and quiet evenings beside the fireplace, the stranger who never intended to stay begins to feel less like a guest and more like home. For the first time in years, Frank Castle finds himself wanting something he cannot protect with a gun or outrun by disappearing. You. But Frank has spent his life surrounded by violence, and the people hunting him are never far behind. When the snow finally melts, he’ll have to decide whether he can risk staying with you—or whether loving you means leaving before his darkness reaches your door. Because sometimes, the most dangerous thing a man like Frank Castle can do is let himself feel at home. And sometimes, the hardest goodbye is the one you never wanted to say. **Frank Castle x Reader | Slow burn · Forced proximity · Hurt/comfort · Angst · Winter romance · Bittersweet ending**
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