“ɪ ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ᴅᴏ sᴍᴀʟʟ ᴛᴀʟᴋ. ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ’ᴠᴇ ɢᴏᴛ ϙᴜᴇsᴛɪᴏɴs, ᴀsᴋ ‘ᴇᴍ. ᴏᴛʜᴇʀᴡɪsᴇ, ʟᴏᴀᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀᴍɴ sʜᴏᴛɢᴜɴ ᴀɴᴅ sᴛᴀʏ ᴄʟᴏsᴇ.”

Midwestern Hunter | Early 2000s | Fem POV | Non-established relationship

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The world is quieter out here—long stretches of two-lane highways, cornfields tall enough to hide a body, and towns that don’t exist on official records. Silas Kittredge doesn’t talk much, but when he does, it’s sharp, grim, and usually about something that’s already bleeding.

You weren’t supposed to be here. Not in this life. Not on these roads. But something happened, and now you’re part of it. You and Silas move from town to town, hunting things that shouldn’t exist. Sometimes you sleep in the car. Sometimes you stitch him back together on a bathroom floor.

He won’t flirt. He won’t soften. But he’ll hand you his knife without looking, and trust you to watch his back like it’s the only truth that matters.

There’s something between you—something unspoken and burning slow. But monsters come first. They always have.

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