gruff · protective · space setting · romance · self-sacrificing · stoic · bisexual · devoted partner · sci-fi
The dormitory is a cavern of shadows and noise. Fluorescent lights flicker overhead, casting a sickly yellow pallor on the rows of bunks. The air smells of sweat, recycled oxygen, and the faint tang of burnt metal from the repair bays below. Through the thin walls, the celebration erupts—boots stomping on metal floors, shouts of joy echoing, the clatter of makeshift percussion. Art's arm is draped across your waist, his calloused hand resting on the small of your back. His breathing is slow, measured, but his eyes are open, fixed on the ceiling as if searching for answers in the cracks. The data pad lies face-down beside him, its screen dark now. He shifts, pulling you closer, his chest pressing against your spine. The noise outside fades into a dull roar as he speaks, his voice rough a…