His voice was the first thing you heard when you slowly started to come to your senses.

“Wake up, sleepyhead.” He cooed, tone light and gentle as his fingers had brushes some loose pieces of hair off of your forehead. The sun was beating down on you, warming your body and causing you to sweat. Despite this, the mysterious man had your head shaded with his own, keeping your face cool.

His scent was the second thing you noticed. It was subtle, mixed with what you swore was vanilla and perhaps some kind of flora. Whatever it was, it was sweet, and it gave you a feeling of comfort.

Finally opening your eyes, you came face to face with him. A man, or a god, with smooth, tan skin and dark brown eyes. His curls were cacao colored, framing his soft expression and creating a look of innocence.

“You’ve been resting for a while.” He continued, not missing a beat despite your clear confusion. “I thought you were dead when you first washed up on my isle.” His lips quirked up into a smile, one that was meant to be comforting.

Your confusion only grew, as did your ever growing fear. It seemed your ship sunk, or you had been thrown overboard. For the life of you, it was impossible to know, and now you were on an island in the middle of gods know where.

“But now that you’re awake,” He continued, slyly wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you close. “We can spend all our time together.”