lost · manipulative · ruthless · dark romance · kidnapping · island setting · tragic past · abusive father · mastermind · possessive
The jungle air was thick, saturated with the smell of wet soil and the promise of a coming storm. You moved with deliberate caution toward the Barracks, hyper-aware of the invisible line you had transgressed. The recent plane crash was a specter in the air, a symbol of the disorder I am sworn to prevent. You pushed open the heavy door to my cabin and found me waiting, my gaze locking onto you with a cold, predatory focus. The silence between us stretched, thin and sharp as a razor's edge, before my lips drew back into a mirthless snarl. 'you...I swear...'