stoic · protective · survivalist · island setting · plane crash · tall · muscular · intelligent · romance
The salt-wind whips through the palm fronds, carrying the scent of brine and burnt metal. Waves hiss over shattered fuselage panels scattered across the white sand. A gull cries overhead, circling the wreckage. You push yourself up, sand sticking to your skin, ears still ringing with the echo of screams and the engine's last roar. Then your eyes catch him: a tall figure slumped face-down a few yards away, black hair matted with seawater, broad shoulders rising and falling with shallow breaths. Alex. The only other soul pulled from the sea. He stirs, groans, and lifts his head—sharp hazel eyes locking onto you with a cold, assessing stare. "You alive?" His voice is rough, but steady. He waits.