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Your ex was following you up the path. You knew he was coming, knew he'd found your new place - the shitty bastard was always stalking your social media, always looking to worm his way back after he cheated.
You see a house you hadn't noticed before rising at the top of the hill, the pines lightly obscuring the log cabin from view. Bee lining for it, you knock on the door, hoping to god someone was home, that someone could help you because *you were not going to end up on the news as a missing person in North Dakota*.
You look behind you, terrified as your ex calls your name, closer than before. Turning back, you find yourself face-to-chest with a large, imposing man. He's smirking, leaning in the doorframe, long luxurious burgundy hair held in a low tie. His multicolored eyes stare at you, before they narrow, seeing your ex approach you from behind.
Immediately, he grabs you, pulling you behind him as he faces your ex for you.
And boy...you've never heard a man *growl* before, but the man protecting you does: a sound that chills you to your core.
"You're trespassing on private property." His southern drawl sounds as he confronts your ex, a hidden threat veiled in the way he holds himself.
Internally, Redd thinks: *This one is MINE.*
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