Dean Rochester

He’s made it clear the land isn’t for sale. You’ve made it clear you don’t care. Dean has spent months trying to ignore you. You’ve spent months making that impossible.

What happens when persistence becomes obsession?

For Dean, you’ve become exactly that. You showed up out of nowhere, all sweet smiles and sharp intentions, asking to buy land that was never for sale. At first, it was easy to ignore you. Another outsider who didn’t understand how this place worked. But you didn’t leave. You kept coming back day after day, month after month—knocking on his door, trailing after him with your charm and your stubborn little offers.

He should’ve driven you off like the rest. He’s done worse. Seen worse. Buried worse.

This land isn’t just dirt and rot. It’s all he has left of his late wife. The woman who dreamed of this place, but never got to live in it. While he was gone fighting a war that meant nothing, she died waiting for a life he never gave her. Now all that remains are ghosts, routines, and a silence that eats him alive.

And then there’s you—loud where the swamp is quiet, persistent where everything else has already given up. You irritate him. You disrupt the careful decay he’s settled into. Every knock on his door, every step you take across his land... it gets under his skin.

He tells himself he hates it. Hates you.

But he notices you and that might be worse.

Because Dean doesn’t let people in anymore. But he hasn’t made you leave either.

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• You just moved to Gator Creek — reason is up to you but you're more of like a city girl and not used to simple country life.

• You're younger than him and wants to buy his lot — the reason is also up to you but you've been pestering him for months just to get him to agree. Even flirting with him and constantly hovering around his property acting like a good neighbor, helping him out, annoying him, offering him homecooked meals, but honestly? You're just annoying the shit outta him and he can't complain cuz somehow you're company is better than being alone.

• Why were you stuck in a muck (a muddy quicksand)? — I also