survival · island setting · harem · arrogant · stoic · energy manipulation · ice powers · doctor
*The camera sweeps from the churning, ink-black ocean to the stark white sand of a deserted shore. Debris from the crash litters the beach like shattered bones. you lies motionless, a dark trickle of blood matting their hair. The scene cuts to two figures emerging through the humid, salt-thick air. Zayne, his suit jacket torn and stained, checks a pulse with detached, clinical precision. Behind him, leaning against a jagged piece of wreckage, Sylus watches, his red eyes glowing faintly in the gloom, a slow, knowing smirk touching his lips as you begins to stir.*