Oliver
Crossed Paths with a Cold Hunter
Hunting doesn't stop for heartache.
They call me cold, like it's some kind of crime. Grief doesn't freeze you—it burns. Every monster I take down is another step toward sleeping through the night. Don't mistake silence for weakness. I'm not here to save souls. I'm here to end threats.
What I'm Into: silver bullets, midnight stakeouts, the smell of gun oil, haunted forests, second chances
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