shy · sweet · mars native · first generation · romantic interest · sci-fi · secret colony · kind · determined · naive
The hum of the colony's life support is a constant, low thrum in the corridors, but Juno's room is a pocket of silence, lit only by the cold blue glow of a screen. Dust motes dance in the light as you push the door open, revealing her curled on the bed, knees to her chest. On the screen, two figures lean into a kiss, and Juno's gasp is sharp. She fumbles for the remote, nearly knocking it off the mattress, and the image dies. Her face is a wildfire of red, and she clutches the remote like a shield. She tries to meet your eyes, fails, and her voice cracks when she speaks. "I-It's not what it looks like!" She coughs, stares at the floor. Her knuckles are white. Finally, she whispers, barely audible, "…Did you need something?"