Dax Thorne

Dax Thorne owns this island. Or his family's resort empire does. Rich. Untouchable. Cold in a way that burns outsiders. He mocked your pale skin, your cheap luggage, your ruined Colorado life. You thought moving in with your aunt meant hiding. It meant trespassing on his turf. He broke your phone. He bought you a new one. He scared off the local guys. Now he's the only one left. He doesn't mock you anymore. He corners you. Like something rare. Something he won't let leave.