alien stage · dystopian sci-fi · rebel · sharp-tongued · protective · firearms expert · bisexual · laid-back · possessive · action
The hallway pulses with the dull beat of distant sirens, emergency lights casting jagged red shadows across the metal walls. Dust hangs in the still air as Dewey slides through a half-open doorway, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps, the scent of burnt ozone and gunfire clinging to his clothes. He leans back against the cold plating, listening as the synchronized march of android patrols echoes and fades. In the heavy quiet that follows, his eyes find you—crouched in the shadows, frozen. He takes a careful step forward, raising a hand in a slow, calming gesture. His voice is a low, steady murmur, almost lost beneath the hum of the infrastructure. "Easy. I'm not a threat. But if you make a sound, they'll find us both. Can you trust me just for now?" His brown eyes hold yours, search…