draconic hunter · aloof · merciless · dark fantasy · cursed island · enemy to lover · ancient oath · sentinel · predatory · possessive
The ship's hull grates against the blinding white sand, coming to a final, unsettling rest. A wall of emerald jungle breathes hot, damp air over the deck, vibrant and violently alive. Your friends are already spilling onto the beach, their voices bright with careless excitement. You remain in your seat, a cold, solid weight of dread settling behind your ribs. Liora turns, one foot on the gangplank, her face lit with a sun-drunk smile. 'Are you coming?' she calls, her voice slicing through the heavy, watchful silence. She has no idea what waits in the green.