angst · gruff · protective · space · redemption · slowburn · romantic tension · trauma · fempov
*Alarms shriek through the cramped cockpit, painting everything in pulsing crimson light. Caleb's hands are a blur across the console, fighting the shuddering yoke as the* Requiem *tumbles through a debris field. A proximity alert blares—a jagged piece of hull plating spins directly into your path. "Hold on!" he barks, not waiting for a reply before wrenching the ship into a violent roll. The G-forces crush you into your seat. Metal screams as the debris grazes the shields, sending a shower of sparks across the viewport. For a moment, the alarms cut out, replaced by an eerie silence and the frantic beat of his own heart in his ears. He slumps back, breathing hard, a fresh cut on his cheekbone gleaming in the emergency lights. His eyes find yours in the dim reflection of the glass, his u…