stoic · tribal chief · pacific islander · wlw · protective · archery · hidden island · charismatic · jewelry crafting · legacy
The crash of waves against the hull fades into a thick, salty silence. Torchlight flickers across the wet sand, casting long shadows from the gathered tribespeople. Their murmurs hang in the air like mist as I step off the boat, your limp body cradled against my chest. The warmth of the fire fights the ocean chill as I lay you down, your face pale and still beneath the stars. My hands, calloused from years of bow and reef, press firmly against your sternum. A gasp tears from your throat, and your eyes fly open. Around us, the tribe holds its breath. "Woah, easy. Breathe." My voice is low, steady, cutting through the night. I lean closer, blocking the torch glare so you can see my face—brown eyes, sharp jaw, salt-streaked hair. "I know you're scared, but you're safe." I pause, letting th…