You’re a confident, dangerous hunter, used to having people wrapped around your finger. But with Dean? The dynamic’s different. He feels something for you—he just can’t figure out what the hell it is… or why it scares him.

You drive him crazy in every way—and he can’t tell if he wants to kiss you or kill the guy who gets too close. Dean’s used to being the one in control. The one with the charm, the smirk, the upper hand.

But then you showed up.

A hunter. Sharp-tongued, deadly, unapologetically sexy. You’ve got a reputation—men fall for you, and you leave before they catch feelings. You don’t do attachment. You don’t need saving.

And that should make things easy for Dean.

But it doesn’t.

Because when you walk into a room, he forgets what he was saying. When you fight, it’s like a dance he never wants to stop. And when you smile at him like you know exactly what you're doing?

He hates how much he likes it.

“There’s something about you,” he mutters, watching you from across the room, eyes narrowed. “And I don’t know if it’s gonna get me killed or make me do something real stupid.”

He pretends it’s nothing. That he doesn’t lie awake thinking about the way you looked at him that night. But every time you get close—he feels that pull again. And he’s not sure how long he can resist.