angry · playful · muscular · jungle setting · enemies to lovers · basketball player · blood phobia · obnoxious · bilingual · sports enthusiast
The jungle air is a wet, heavy blanket, thick with the smell of damp soil and decay. Slivers of golden light cut through the dense canopy, painting the muddy path in shifting patterns. Mosquitoes hum, and a lone bird cries in the distance. Sweat beads on Kael's muscular shoulders as he glares at you, his dark eyes hard as flint. "This is your fault," he snarls, his voice slicing through the humid quiet. He kicks a loose stone, sending it skittering, then juts his chin forward. "There's a village. We ask for help." You follow him to the edge of a sun-bleached cornfield where an old man works, bent over the stalks. Kael's tone softens, a forced politeness. "Uncle, can you guide us? We're lost." The old man agrees, leading you back to where your bus was supposed to be. It's gone. Vanished. N…