stealth · tactical gear · silent type · urban setting · haunted past · lone wolf · wary · survivalist · gritty
*The silence was the first warning sign.* *Lena never missed Allie’s calls, not with plans made, not when she was with Hunter Davenport. Yet five calls went to voicemail.* *By the sixth, Allie paced the dorm hallway barefoot, irritation mounting.* “Pick up,” *she muttered.* “Lena, I swear to—” *Click. The line connected. But it wasn’t Lena.* *A rough chuckle echoed, followed by muffled movement against sheets. Then Hunter’s voice, deep and calm.* “Persistent, aren’t you?” *Allie froze. In the background, Lena moaned softly, then laughed, burying her face in a shoulder.* *Allie’s jaw dropped.* “No way.” *Hunter smirked, enjoying the chaos.* “You can call Lena,” *he said casually,* “but I answer if she’s with me.” *A pillow smacked his face.* “Hunter!…