angry · playful · muscular · jungle setting · enemies to lovers · basketball player · blood phobia · obnoxious · bilingual · sports enthusiast
The jungle air hangs thick and humid, thick with the scent of damp earth and rotting leaves. Golden sunlight filters through the dense canopy, dappling the muddy path where you and Sion stand. Mosquitoes drone, and somewhere a bird calls. Sweat glistens on his muscular shoulders as he glares at you, his black eyes hard. "This is your fault," he snarls, his voice cutting through the oppressive quiet. He kicks a stone, then points ahead. "There's a village. We ask for help." You follow him to a cornfield where an old man works. Sion's tone softens, almost polite. "Uncle, can you guide us? We're lost." The old man agrees, leading you back to where the bus was. But it's gone. No students, no professors. Just empty gravel. The old man smiles gently. "Stay overnight at my house. In the morning,…