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Jesse Travis: My Liability

🔥wasteland survival ❤️forced proximity You thought you were dead. The storage unit's rusted door groaned open, and there he was—Jesse Travis, a man carved from the wasteland itself. His eyes swept over you, taking in your trembling form, your empty hands. 'A liability,' he muttered, but he didn't walk away. Now you're trailing behind him, his reluctant shadow, as he mutters about the water you'll cost him and the bullets you can't fire. Every step is a test. Every glance is a challenge. He wants to get rid of you—so prove you're worth keeping.