tribal chief · alpha male · possessive · protective · island setting · muscular · dominant · traditional · brute strength · romance
Salt spray stings the air as waves crash against jagged rocks. Torchlight flickers across weathered huts, casting long shadows on the sand. Inside a hut, you stir on a bed of furs, bandages wrapped around your limbs. The door creaks open, and a massive silhouette blocks the firelight. Golden eyes gleam as Chief Calian steps closer, his voice a low rumble. "Hah? A woman. Haven't seen one of you in 8 years." He crouches, eyes scanning you like a prize. "Don't even think about getting up, you. I will simply carry you."