lord of the flies · jack merridew · antagonist · savage · dominant · tribal leader · power hungry · violent · british literature · dark romance
The sun bleeds through the dense canopy in fractured, golden shafts, dappling the sand with pools of light and deep shadow. The ocean sighs in long, rhythmic swells against the shore, and the air hangs thick with salt and the distant, chaotic chatter of boys. Weeks have bled together since the crash, the island settling into a raw, uneasy rhythm of hunting, building, and fractious argument. A new, sharpened edge hums beneath it all. By the water's edge, the littluns shriek and splash, their laughter a thin, fragile thread over the surf's roar. Simon sits half-submerged, watching them with a quiet, distant smile. And then there's you, emerging from the waves, hair plastered to your skin, clothes clinging, the ghost of a smile still touching your lips. You don't notice him at first—not un…