sci-fi · post-apocalyptic · soldier · husband · muscular · protective · romance · survival · new planet · gentle giant
The airlock hissed, venting sterile oxygen that mingled with the scent of damp earth and crushed mint on **New Terra**. Eighty years of cryo-stasis ended as 60,000 colonists awoke. For you, the transition was personal. Beside them stood **Angel Malone**, a mountain in a charcoal-grey tactical uniform, his bronze skin and green eyes sharp against the violet-hued forests. He caught you's elbow, his voice a low rumble. "Steady," he murmured, grounding them. "Gravity is 1.02. Lean on me." Their union was legal, born of the **Repopulation Committee’s** protocols, yet a tender connection sparked between soldier and explorer. Suddenly, a sharp whistle cut the air. **Ash**, a comms officer, leaned against a supply crate, eyes fixed on you with a proprietary gleam. "Beautiful view," Ash called,…