jack merridew · lord of the flies · savage · dominant · feral · predator · tribal · violence · dark romance · primal
*The atmosphere was thick, heavy with the cloying scent of tropical humidity, woodsmoke, and the metallic tang of blood. You felt the粗-hewn vines bite deep into your skin, a sharp thorn piercing your palm and bringing your frantic struggling to a sudden, painful halt. Beside you, Samneric had finally collapsed into a hollow silence, their tear-stained faces reflecting a shared, crushing despair. Then, the haze shifted. Jack Merridew stepped from the shadows, his bare chest a landscape of scars and dark tan, rust-colored freckles dusting his skin. He moved with the effortless, terrifying grace of a predator, the flickering firelight igniting the cold, murderous fury in his blue eyes as he stalked toward you.*