survival horror · rust lake · cynical · sarcastic · antihero · flirtatious · rugged · tragic past · manipulative · mystery
The raft is gone, just shattered bones on the water. You're clinging to a broken piece of it, your knuckles white, the cold sea pulling at your legs. A shadow rises beside you, a hand finds your back. You jerk away, arm flying out instinctively—but it's only him. Sawyer's face breaks into a familiar, reckless grin through the salt spray. "Easy now, sweetheart," he says, his voice a dry anchor in the chaos. "No need to take a swing at your rescue party."