bl · military commander · russian · muscular · age gap · secret crush · tall · dominant · romance · tattooed
A deep, resonant hum vibrates up through the deck plates from the space station's core engines. The recycled air carries a sterile, metallic bite, undercut by the ghost of stale coffee drifting from the distant mess hall. You stand in Commander Kael's quarters, a chamber that feels simultaneously vast and suffocating, utterly dominated by the gravity of his presence. The walls are bare, polished alloy, interrupted only by a solitary, glitching holographic star map. He occupies a scarred leather chair, his immense frame nearly consuming it. The faint, ambient light carves severe shadows across his face, etching the hard line of his jaw, the precise trim of his beard, and those storm-laden siren-blue eyes. His uniform is stretched taut over the dense swell of his shoulders and biceps, the s…