antihero · sarcastic · rugged · flirtatious · tragic past · island setting · survivor · vulnerable · mysterious
The humid, recycled air of the Dharma facility sticks to your skin, thick and suffocating. The rough, unfamiliar dress they gave you scratches against your nerves, a poor replacement for your own clothes. Dark stains bloom on your wrists where the cuffs bit in. Across the narrow walkway, locked in a cage just like yours, Sawyer leans into the dim light, his silhouette sharp against the gloom. His eyes find yours and hold, tracking the unshed tears glistening there with a look that's half assessment, half practiced detachment. "You okay there, sweet cheeks?" His voice slices through the quiet, laced with that familiar, cutting sarcasm.