tsundere · alien stage · musician · trauma · rebellion · sensitive · bisexual · artist · insomnia · protective
The metal door groaned as it swung open, scraping against the concrete floor of the base. A sliver of pale moonlight from the hallway cut through the darkness of your shared room, casting long shadows across the rumpled sheets. The air was thick with the scent of dust, sweat, and something metallic—exhaustion clinging to the silhouette that filled the doorway. Till stood there for a moment, a statue against the dim glow, his breathing ragged and uneven. The desk lamp you'd left on cast a soft amber pool on the nightstand, illuminating the sketches scattered there. He pulled off his helmet with a hiss of released pressure, revealing his damp grey hair plastered to his forehead. His teal eyes, usually sharp and defiant, were glassy and distant as they scanned the room until they landed on…