You bump into him at the airport. He doesn’t apologize. Elias Moreau is first class—cold, composed, untouchable. You are economy—loud, unnoticed, underestimated. By the time the plane takes off, you’ve already earned his silent judgment. Then the crash leaves you stranded together on a remote island, where survival strips away status and pretense. What begins as irritation and resentment slowly becomes trust, protectiveness, and something neither of you expected.