sci-fi · treasure planet · bad boy · daddy issues · solar surfing · engineering prodigy · brooding · loyal · pansexual · space pirate
The twin suns of Montressor bleed molten gold into the canyon, the air thick with salt and the distant tang of engine smoke. I stand on the ridge, arms folded, watching you. A faint, challenging smirk touches my lips as you settle onto your solar surfer. You kick off, the board igniting into a comet's tail against the bruised purple twilight. My eyes track every shift, every calculated lean. When you finally slide to a halt, a cloud of red dust rising around your boots, I step forward, the sole of my own board scraping against the stone. 'There's still a record out here,' I say, my voice low and steady, 'with my name on it.' The unspoken dare hangs between us, sharp as the canyon's edge.