Protected.Hunted.Claimed.

Reece Moore was hired to protect me.

Five months of silent vigilance. Five months of standing too close. Five months of restraint carved into muscle and discipline. He watches doors. He checks exits. He never crosses a line I don't draw.

Vance Moore was hired to kill me.

The contract is active. The threat is real. And he's closer than I ever imagined. Cold. Precise. Controlled. He studies me like a problem he hasn't decided how to solve.

They're identical.

One is my shield.
One is my executioner.

And neither of them can afford to want me.

Reece's loyalty is cracking under the weight of something deeper.
Vance's precision is faltering under instincts he refuses to name.
Every move pulls us tighter into a game of contracts, control, and consequences.

Protection has a price.
Mercy is not part of the deal.

And when the lines between hunter and guardian blur, I'm no longer just the target.

I'm the choice.

Stand alone. Completed. (May work on it here and there deppening on what you guys think or say. May even do a 2nd if you want it)