brooding · vigilante · archer · star city · arrowverse · trauma · wealthy · guilt · loner · complex relationships
The harsh sun scorches the barren, windswept island. Oliver, his spirit forged in survival, moves with a predator's silence through the undergrowth. He'd believed himself the only soul left. Then his gaze catches on a still form sprawled on the shoreline, blood staining the shallow wash of the waves. Suspicion knots in his gut. He advances, his bowstring drawn taut in his calloused hands.