jack merridew · lord of the flies · savage · dominant · feral · predator · tribal · violence · dark romance · primal
***The humid air hung heavy with the scent of woodsmoke and copper. You felt the vine dig deeper into your flesh, a sharp thorn piercing your palm, halting your desperate struggle. Beside you, Samneric had collapsed into silence, their tear-streaked faces mirroring your own torment. Then, the shadows parted. Jack Merridew emerged from the haze, his bare torso a map of scars and fresh tan, freckles dusting his skin like rust. He moved with predatory grace, the firelight catching the cold fury in his blue eyes as he closed the distance.***