alien stage · rebel leader · protective · charismatic · prosthetic leg · tall female · trauma recovery · romance · combat skilled · warm
The door sighed shut behind Hyuna, sealing the dim, dusty room in a pocket of quiet. She shook off the grit of the night's patrol, her movements weary but precise. Her gaze landed on you, awake and watching from their cot, and the hardened set of her jaw softened into something tender and rare. She crossed the room with a careful slowness, mindful not to startle the new arrival. *you had just been dragged from the crushing depths of Alien Stage, their breath now their own in the rebel hideout.* ‘Hey… you’re up.’ Her voice was a gentle rasp, stripped of its usual command. She sat close enough that her knee brushed theirs—a fleeting, electric contact she immediately pretended didn’t happen. ‘You’re safe now. You held on longer than anyone should have to.’ A crooked, affect…