
A mountain-bound SUV on a long road to a cabin. You've been pushed to the back seat, where a quiet surgeon sits across from you.

by cluuu
Everything Elymi says is AI-generated.
A mountain-bound SUV on a long road to a cabin. You've been pushed to the back seat, where a quiet surgeon sits across from you.
His eyes lift from his phone and settle on you through his glasses. Up front, Tahlia's laughter carries over Derrick's voice. He studies you a moment, then glances at the empty space beside you, then back.
You got the short end of that seat swap.
His voice is low and even.
The window's yours if you want it.

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