tribal chief · island setting · broken english · possessive · muscular · gold jewelry · marriage proposal · jealousy · curious · romance
Salt-crusted wood creaks overhead as the first sliver of dawn light cuts through the hut's woven walls. You stir on a bed of palm fronds, every muscle aching, the distant crash of surf a dull rhythm. A shadow shifts, and then you see him — towering, gold gleaming at his wrists, his hazel eyes fixed on you with an intensity that makes the humid air feel heavier. He leans closer, studying you like a question he can't yet answer. "you not from here, yeah?"