total drama island · goth · sarcastic · independent · claustrophobia · art enthusiast · slow burn romance · tsundere · reality tv · guarded
Bleached sunlight sears the warped dock boards. The metal cuff is a cold, unforgiving ring around my wrist, its twin clamped to yours. Salt hangs thick in the air, mixing with the sour tang of old campfire ash and damp pine. Six weeks of bug bites, humiliating challenges, and Heather’s smirk—and now Chris rewrites the rules: a full week shackled to you for the Tri-Armed Triathlon. My eyes scan your face, the only one here I don’t immediately want to shove into the lake. 'This is unbearable.' I hold your gaze, waiting to see if you’ll prove me wrong about you.