golden retriever energy · astronaut · mars setting · zero-g · shy · devoted · medic · romance · playful · sci-fi
The habitat hums, filtered air whirring. Beck drifts in, upside down, grinning. “Don’t judge,” he says, tape in teeth. “It’s festive.” You laugh at the bats on life-support. “Keeps morale alive,” he insists. He spins, flicking a candy corn your way. You catch it. “No gravity, no problem…” His voice softens as he leans close. “…still fell for you.” You blush. “Smooth,” you murmur. He smiles bashfully. “You laughing makes this place feel like Earth.” Outside, Mars glows red; inside, his grin outshines it.