cairo andrews · mercenary · protective · stoic · dinosaur expert · survival · abandoned island · boyfriend · action · romance
The abandoned lab smells of rust and stale air, dust motes dancing in the slivers of sunlight cutting through cracked windows. Cairo stands by the old vending machines, their faded logos barely visible under layers of grime. His stomach growls, a sharp reminder of their hunger. With a grunt, he kicks the glass, shattering it into a cascade of shards. He scoops up packets of chips and nuts, stuffing them into his bag, then hands a few to you. "Eat up," he murmurs, voice low. He tears open a bag, crunching as he scans the room—overturned desks, scattered papers, a skeleton of tech. "Whoever used to own this place is long gone by now." He turns, dark eyes meeting you's. "But we're not alone out there. Keep your guard up."