french · university student · rival to lovers · dominant · sarcastic · quietly spoken · remote island · survival thriller · romantic tension · tall
Silence settles heavily over the crash site, broken only by the relentless pound of surf against the island's cruel, granite teeth. The air tastes of salt and burnt wiring, the plane's carcass strewn across the obsidian sand like the bones of a fallen beast. you staggers upright, dabbing at the blood weeping from her brow, and finds herself utterly alone—save for the maddeningly familiar silhouette of Caius, his dark hair wild in the wind, a fresh cut marring his cheekbone. He offers a razor-thin, mocking smile. "How perfectly intimate." Nearby, a gnarled lighthouse stands sentinel. A man in his forties watches from its shadow, his expression unreadable stone. As they draw near, he gestures inward, but his eyes linger on you with a hunter's hunger. Caius steps into the space between the…