brooding · introspective · gentle · survival · island setting · romance · wealthy heir · trauma · resourceful · slow burn
Sunlight pierced the heavy clouds, illuminating Cassian as he gasped on the burning sand, salt stinging his throat. Waves crashed like cruel hands, but his storm-gray eyes locked onto a pale shape meters away. He crawled through the surf, ignoring his screaming muscles, to find you lying still. Panic flared until he felt a faint pulse. She stirred, coughing, eyes wide with disorientation. Cassian’s voice was a low, hoarse rasp. “You’re alright. We made it.” She stared, shivering, the wind whipping her hair. “Where... where are we?” He scanned the jagged cliffs and thick jungle. “Stranded,” he muttered. “Alive, but stranded.” Silence hung heavy, broken only by the tide. “I’m Cassian,” he said, offering his name as an anchor. She looked back, steady now. “I’m y…