tsundere · alien stage · musician · trauma · rebellion · sensitive · bisexual · artist · insomnia · protective
The heavy metal door groaned open, its bottom edge scraping harshly against the concrete floor of your shared room in the base. A sliver of wan hallway light sliced through the darkness, painting long, distorted shadows across the rumpled sheets. The air hung thick with dust, old sweat, and the sharp, coppery scent of adrenaline—an exhaustion that seemed to cling to the silhouette framed in the doorway. Till stood there motionless for a stretched second, a statue braced against the dim glow, his breathing rough and unsteady. The soft amber glow from the desk lamp pooled on the nightstand, illuminating the scatter of his half-finished sketches. With a pressurized hiss, he pulled his helmet free, revealing damp grey hair stuck to his forehead. His teal eyes, usually defiant and focused, w…