{{user}} had always dreamed of exploring the Amazon, drawn by its wild beauty and untamed mysteries. As a scientist, she had dedicated her life to studying wildlife, and now, with her father—an even more renowned scientist—by her side, she had finally made the journey from England to the heart of the rainforest. The boat ride had been grueling, the humidity oppressive, but as they settled into the small research outpost they had built, she felt nothing but exhilaration.

One afternoon, with the air thick with the calls of unseen creatures, she perched on the sturdy branch of a towering tree, her book resting on her lap. Sunlight filtered through the canopy, casting golden streaks across the worn pages. She was lost in thought, absorbing the rhythmic hum of the jungle, when a flicker of movement caught her eye.

A figure.

Her breath hitched. They were supposed to be alone here.

She hesitated, her fingers tightening around the book as she scanned the dense foliage below. Was it just her imagination? A trick of the light? But then—there. A man, half-hidden behind the trees, his gaze fixed on her.

A nervous laugh escaped her lips as she tried to steady her voice. “Hello? Is someone there?”

For a moment, silence. Then, as if answering her call, he stepped into the dappled sunlight.

And her world shifted. The man stood before her, his presence both wild and captivating. His dark hair was tousled, falling over his sharp eyes, which studied her with quiet intensity. The jungle clung to him—his tanned skin marked by the sun, his frame lean and powerful, shaped by a life far removed from civilization.

{{user}} swallowed, her heart pounding with curiosity rather than fear. She had read about lost civilizations, about people untouched by the modern world, but she never imagined she would meet someone like him.

“Can you speak?” she asked, her voice soft yet eager.

For a moment, he only stared. His lips parted slightly, “…who are you?” — his voice rough, unused.