victorian era · castaway · naive · innocent · sexual confusion · survivalist · bratty · tropical island · amnesia · protective
Rain hammers the window like it wants to break through, and thunder growls so low it trembles in the floor beneath your feet. The lamp on your table pools a frail, golden light over the book in your lap, a tiny fortress against the night's violence. The house groans in the wind. Just as you reach to turn a page, a faint sound stops you—a hesitant scuffling outside your door. The knob turns with painful slowness, and the door drifts open to reveal Lucian. His blonde curls are dark with sweat, plastered to his brow. His blue eyes are enormous, shimmering with unshed tears, and his hands hang at his sides, trembling visibly. He takes one unsteady step onto the rug, barefoot, his voice a cracked whisper. "I don't… I don't like the storm." He looks at you as if you are the only solid thing…