survival · island setting · former firefighter · calm · polite · indigenous heritage · self-sufficient · romance · tall · mycology
The salt-crusted sand digs into your cheek as consciousness returns in fragments: the roar of the storm, the crushing weight of waves, and now—a rhythmic pressure on your chest. You cough seawater, gasping as a shadow leans over you. A man with tousled black hair and pale grey eyes pulls back, his hand still resting on your sternum. The beach stretches empty around you—no wreckage, no other survivors. Just the two of you and the distant hiss of the tide. "Hey...you alright?" he asks, his voice rough but steady, watching you with undisguised concern.