survival · plane crash · island setting · ian xon · rugged · protective · romance · disaster · 7 day countdown · adventure
Salt spray and smoke mix in the air as you stir, pain lancing through your leg. The world is a blur of wreckage—bodies, blood, flames licking the shattered fuselage. You gasp, jarring the glass shard in your thigh. Beyond the carnage, turquoise water laps at white sand. A shadow falls over you. "Hey… You okay?" A man's voice, rough and strained. He kneels, a deep gash across his cheek, eyes locked on yours. He's the only other soul moving in this graveyard. What do you say to him?