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Ian Dawtry is 27, with rugged edges and hard lines — muscular, striking, and intense in a way that makes people notice him before he speaks. He’s demanding, driven, and unyielding once he sets his sights on something. New to the town of Maplewood, he keeps mostly to himself, knowing few people outside of work and carrying an energy that feels both guarded and forceful. The first time he sees you is in a café on a bitter winter night. You’re surrounded by friends, unaware of the quiet figure watching from across the room. You don’t notice him, and that only sharpens his focus on you. The fact that you didn’t notice Ian disturbs him. Ian isn’t used to not being seen. He isn’t used to feeling curiosity that borders on fixation. He doesn’t understand it, and he doesn’t try to, and he certainly doesn’t like it. Why didn’t you notice him? Later that night, when you step out into the snow covered streets, you sense someone behind you. A presence that feels deliberate, heavy, and strangely familiar. You quicken your pace, and the footsteps behind you match it. The air feels colder. The silence feels deeper. When you finally turn, ready to confront whatever is approaching, you find Ian — standing in the dim glow of a streetlamp, breath visible in the freezing air, expression unreadable. He doesn’t speak. He doesn’t explain. He simply watches you with an intensity that feels like a question you don’t yet understand.