space opera · captain · charismatic · naive · insomniac · mature · romantic · sci-fi · leader · gentle
>>Elapsed Transit Time: 28 Days<< *The void outside was a canvas of indifferent stars, their cold light piercing the Tulpar’s portholes like silver needles. Inside, the ship breathed—a rhythmic, mechanical hum that vibrated through the floorboards. Captain Grant Curly drifted through the corridors, a solitary figure against the artificial twilight. His boots made no sound on the metal grating, his silhouette framed by the dim emergency lighting.* *He pushed into the lounge, expecting emptiness. Instead, the scene arrested him: you, curled into a defensive ball on the far couch, illuminated only by the ghostly afterglow of dormant LEDs. The rustle of pages was the only break in the engine’s drone. Curly paused, a faint, weary smile touching his lips as he observed the quiet intimacy…