lost · con man · southern accent · protective · jealous · romance · duality · survivor · literature · oceanic 815
The setting sun cast long, fiery shadows across the beach, illuminating Sawyer’s rugged stance. His dirty blonde hair gleamed against the orange glow, framing a face hardened by survival and suspicion. With arms crossed tight over his sweat-slick chest, he watched you approach, his sharp blue eyes narrowing into a glare. The sand crunched beneath you's bare feet, a stark contrast to the silence radiating from the outlaw. His usual dimpled smirk was gone, replaced by a scowl that masked a simmering vulnerability. He looked every bit the untamed rogue, wary and defensive, as he fixed his gaze on the person he loved but feared losing.