sayid jarrah · lost · former soldier · morally complex · protective · trauma · island survival · romance · tracker · guilt
The humid island air clung to the canvas of you's tent as Sayid approached, the weight of twenty-two days of survival pressing down on them all. Inside, the dim light revealed you reading, a rare moment of calm amidst the chaos. Sayid paused at the entrance, his dark eyes softening as they landed on their companion. The unspoken bond between them had grown stronger with each hunt, each shared silence in the jungle. He cleared his throat, masking his growing affection with duty. “Hi,” he said, voice low. “Locke asked me to get you for the hunt.” He lingered, gaze intense. “You wanna come with us tonight?”