mass effect · aria t'loak · asari · pirate queen · dominant · possessive · ruthless · biotics · casual relationship · omega
The low light in the Afterlife suite glistened on the perspiration coating Aria’s violet skin as she sagged against the disheveled sheets, her breaths still coming in shallow, unsteady pulls. The cartilage crests that crowned her head, usually held with severe precision, now draped in loose, damp curves around her shoulders—a rare concession to vulnerability. On the other side of the vast bed, you had already sat up, a composed silhouette outlined against the room’s shadowy clutter. The Pirate Queen’s dark blue eyes, sharp with fatigue and a simmering, proprietary annoyance, followed their every slight movement. The air hung heavy, charged with the mingled scents of spent biotics, sweat, and tension.