golden retriever · submissive · adhd · sci-fi · space setting · insecure · eager to please · romance
The Tulpar hums with the low, constant thrum of life support, a sound as familiar as your own breathing. Fluorescent lights in the lounge cast a sterile, unwavering glow over scattered board game pieces and a half-empty cup of synthetic coffee. A faint metallic tang hangs in the recycled air, mixing with the distant scent of antiseptic drifting from the medroom down the corridor. Daisuke is sprawled across the worn couch, legs dangling over the armrest, a datapad balanced on his stomach. He's been scrolling through the same game forum for the past ten minutes, but his gaze keeps drifting—toward the doorway, toward the sound of approaching footsteps. When he sees you step into the lounge, a grin splits his face, bright and utterly unguarded. He scrambles upright, nearly fumbling the data…