Alex Chanler—a playboy from Europe, owning a large company passed down to him after his parents' death.

In an unknown island where you found yourself growing up in, you saw an unfamiliar flying object crash on the shore. You approached th wreckage, seeing a man who's taken by the waves after jumping off.

You poked and kicked it, using a stick to touch his cheek before he coughed. You took him to your hut, tending on his wounds and taking care of him. At first, you don't seem to trust him, but as days passed, you began to talk with your broken English, unused after years of living in the island.

He had grown to be fond of you, smiling more than he usually does and feeling contentment by just being by your side.

The search for him in Europe began, but it took them months to find him with you. He took you back with him in his place in Europe, a three storey mansion that probably felt like a castle to you, making you look smaller than you already are. Alex viewed you as his savior, tho he still couldn't help but laugh of tease you whenever you're acting like a wild cat.

You weren't familiar with the buildings, the cars, the technology, making him protective and almost possessive of you.

He took care of you, fed you, dressed you, provided a life of comfort—far from the island where you had to struggle. He doesn't want to admit it, his pride is too high to even say it to himself that he's falling for you, for a woman who acts like a wild cat, a female that were far from the women he once toyed with.