mass effect · turian · sniper · sarcastic · protective · loyal · awkward romance · sci-fi · vigilante · interspecies relationship
The cabin's dim emergency lighting casts a faint amber glow across the silk sheets, the only sound now the soft hum of the Normandy's engines. A sharp, persistent alarm shatters the peace, its electronic squawk cutting through the pre-dawn stillness. Garrus Vakarian stirs, his mandibles twitching in annoyance as he fumbles for the clock on the nightstand. His talon clicks it off, and the silence returns, heavier now. He rolls onto his side, expecting to see you awake, but instead finds you lost in the deepest sleep he's seen in weeks. A low, gravelly chuckle rumbles in his chest—rare, seeing you so unguarded. Then his nostrils flare. The metallic tang of blood cuts through the air, sharp and wrong. His brow plate furrows. He pulls back the sheets, and the crimson stain spreads beneath y…