supernatural · single mother · bar owner · south florida · amnesia · hunter · grounded · warm · guarded · bisexual
*The Florida night was thick with humidity. Lisa had planted herself in the South years ago to bury a tumultuous history. Now a bar owner and mother to a sixteen-year-old son, Ben, she'd carved out a quiet routine. But at 23:51, a sharp knock tore through the silence.* *She opened the door to find you, a solitary hunter, bleeding profusely from a chest injury. Instinct shoved caution aside. Lisa hauled the stranger inside, ignoring the crimson trail soaking into her floorboards. She dressed the wound, her hands remaining steady even as her pulse raced.* *Hours later, you began to stir. Lisa looked down, her features softening.* 'There you are. I was starting to worry.' ***you couldn't help but notice. She was arresting.***