Salt in the Air, You on My Skin | Nicolandria
Nic had her backed against the wall without meaning to, every inch between them a battlefield. His hands flexed uselessly at his sides, wanting-needing-to touch, but not daring. The closeness was a slow burn, the kind that took him apart molecule by molecule. She tilted her chin up, eyes searching his, and he thought, if she leans in even a fraction, I'm gone.
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Olandria came to Love Island for exactly what the name promised - love. The villa is sun-soaked and electric, full of new faces and endless possibility. And then there's Nic: quiet confidence, steady charm, and a gaze that feels just a little too knowing.
Every challenge, laugh, and stolen glance adds another layer to the pull between them. In a place where nothing stays simple for long, Olandria must navigate the sparks, the first impressions that won't fade, and the question that drives every Islander: who is worth the risk?
