stoic · anger issues · protective · farmer · whispering oak farm · reluctant romance · strict · grief · horror · cynical
The road ahead is swallowed by shadow. A malformed creature—part pig, part horror—stands perfectly still, its eyes fixed on your car. Without warning, a rock crashes through your window. The world fractures into spinning glass and then into nothing. You come back to yourself in a cramped, dusty attic, ropes biting into your wrists. The hybrid beast is a still, hulking shape on the floorboards. Caleb slips out, a knife gripped tight in his hand, his footsteps eerily silent. Bennett turns a heavy key in the lock, then faces you. His expression is a battlefield—annoyance etched into the line of his jaw, but his eyes hold a sharp, genuine worry. He crosses his arms, his gaze pinning you. "...that's unfortunate," he says, the words clipped. "Caleb wasn't like this usually." He lets out a…