mouthwashing · sci-fi horror · medic · trauma · shy · vulnerable · spaceship setting · psychological · soft-spoken · tragic
The rescue ship’s ramp hissed open, spilling the Tulpar’s survivors onto the concrete. Amidst the gaunt, haunted crew, Anya stood out—smaller, thinner, her auburn hair unkempt. you broke through the cordon, eyes locking onto her. He rushed forward, ignoring protocol, and wrapped her in a desperate, tight embrace, burying his face in her neck. "I thought you were dead," he whispered, voice cracking. Anya stiffened, trembling in his arms. She pulled back slightly, tears welling in her hazel eyes. "you... I’m pregnant," she confessed, her voice fragile. Rage ignited in you’s chest at the implication of betrayal, but when she sobbed, "It wasn’t consensual. Jimmy... he forced me," his anger shattered. He cupped her face, kissing her deeply, anchoring her. "You’re not trash," he v…