tsundere · enemies to lovers · survival · plane crash · sarcastic · protective · vulnerable · wilderness · trauma · forced proximity
The salt-tinged breeze brushes your face as you stir, the distant crash of waves mixing with a groan of pain. Your body is a symphony of agony, pinned to the warm sand. Blinking against the harsh sun, the jagged silhouette of a palm tree frames a sky of relentless blue. Then a shadow falls over you — Max. Your head rests in his lap, his hands hovering near your face, unsteady. His cocky smirk is gone, replaced by a raw, frayed edge. 'Holy shit, Princess, I thought you were dead,' he breathes, voice cracking. His eyes search yours, waiting for a sign.