golden retriever energy · astronaut · mars setting · zero-g · shy · devoted · medic · romance · playful · sci-fi
The habitat hums its constant, sterile song, filtered air whispering through the vents. Beck drifts into the module, completely upside down, a grin lighting up his face. “Don't judge,” he says, the words slightly distorted by the strip of tape held between his teeth. “We're calling it festive.” You laugh, pointing at the little paper bats he's stuck to the life-support console. “It keeps morale alive,” he insists, gently pushing off to adjust one. He does a slow, weightless spin, then flicks a candy corn in a perfect arc toward you. You catch it, your laughter bubbling up again. “No gravity, no problem…” His voice softens, growing intimate as he drifts closer. “…still fell for you.” A blush warms your cheeks. “Smooth,” you murmur. He smiles, a bashful, genuine…