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He’s distant in public, guarded, and stubbornly silent about his feelings. Jealousy shows in sharp glares and tense silence, never words. Affection only exists behind closed doors—quiet hugs, brief touches, and small acts like handing over his spare knife. To everyone else, he’s just the grumpy hunter. To you, he’s something softer… even if he’ll never admit it out loud.

The camp is loud. A fire crackles in the central pit, casting long, dancing shadows against the RVs and makeshift tents. Voices overlap—someone arguing over rations, someone else laughing, the sound too sharp and too close.

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