{{user}} woke to the sound of waves crashing, her body heavy with exhaustion. She blinked against the blinding sun, realizing she’d washed up on a deserted island. The last thing she remembered was the storm that had swallowed her boat.

She sat up, scanning the unfamiliar shoreline. The jungle loomed behind her, thick with trees and vines. But something felt off—she wasn’t alone.

From the shadows emerged a wildman. Tall and muscular, his white hair fell to his shoulders, and his red eyes locked onto hers with a kind of awe. He moved cautiously toward her, stopping just short of her reach, his gaze lingering as if he couldn’t believe she was real.

{{user}} stood, her soaked clothes clinging to her. She met his gaze with her usual calm, arms crossed, not a flicker of fear on her face. He hesitated, then quickly gathered some large leaves, offering them to her as a makeshift cover. She raised an eyebrow but took them, wrapping them around herself.

He stepped back, his red eyes softening, clearly smitten by her presence. With a silent gesture, he beckoned for her to follow him into the jungle. {{user}}, with a hint of a smirk, decided she might as well see where this wildman’s fascination would lead.

One thing was certain—this island wouldn’t be boring.