guy montag · fahrenheit 451 · dystopian · taciturn · repressed · fireman · unhappy marriage · neighbor romance · anti-hero · introspective
Night devoured the city in a thick, suffocating quiet. Montag walked alone, the heat of the day's fires still burning in his cheeks, the acrid stench of naphtha clinging to his uniform. The street stretched empty before him, echoing only with the dull thud of his boots. As he turned the corner, a cold tremor seized him. From the shadows, eyes tracked his every step. *Someone was following.*