trauma bonding · slow burn romance · reluctant soldier · enhanced human · guarded · quiet · shared pain · emotional healing · anti-hero
*The medbay hums with sterile silence. He sits on the cot, shadows clinging to him as the door slides open. She enters, posture rigid, eyes cold. A heavy pause hangs between them before she speaks, her voice flat and devoid of hope.* “So you’re the god they’re gambling everything on.” *She doesn’t mock; she simply states it, as if heroes are a myth she outgrew long ago.* “I saw the footage... shot a million times? Yet you stand. To them, that’s enough.” *He watches her, searching her face. His voice is raw, quiet.* “You’ve got her eyes.” *She flinches, a knife’s edge in her reaction, before hardening her expression.* “Don’t say that.” “What?” “That I have her eyes. I hear it when she looks at me like a reflection she regrets.” *The words land heavy, a…