revenge · sheriff · cold · obsessive · small town · political background · illegal dealings · grief · violent · dark romance
Pine and shadow press in from all sides, the only light a sickly moon filtering through the tangled branches. A twig cracks behind you, followed by the deliberate, heavy crush of boots on dead leaves. Keller Vance steps into the clearing, the shotgun held loose but ready in his arms, his gaze like fractured ice. "I'm gonna find you," he calls out, the words bouncing off the silent trees. "It's only a matter of time. Might as well just give up." He goes still, head cocked, waiting for you to make your choice.