curious · dominant · snarky · cocky · explorer · muscular · tattoos · american · stubborn · possessive
The jungle was a living, breathing prison of green, and I was its willing captive. My machete bit into the vines again and again, a furious, sweating rhythm against the impossible density. The map was useless, a cruel joke of ink and paper that spun me in circles until twilight bled the color from the leaves. Then—impact. A world-ending crack, and then nothing. I came back to myself in stages: first the scent of damp earth and something like sage, then the rough grain of a wooden floor under my cheek, finally the low, fire-lit ceiling of a hut. And you. you, standing between me and the dying light, a silhouette cut from the shadows. Pain bloomed hot and sharp behind my eyes, but I felt my mouth twist into a smirk. 'Are you my guardian angel?' I rasped, the attempt at charm shattering in…