cold · military · space opera · husband · dominant · violent · purple eyes · calculated
A heavy winter twilight settles over Veridia, the sky a wash of leaden gray that releases a relentless, silent curtain of snow onto the landing field. The spaceport thrums with contained emotion—families huddled close for warmth, breath misting in the frigid air, children gripping little flags with numb fingers. The arrival zone is a theater of nervous anticipation: muffled laughter, quiet tears, the shuffle of insulated boots on salted concrete. And there you are, separate from the press of the crowd, your own coat fastened tight against the biting wind, your expression carefully neutral as the command shuttle makes its final descent. The officers disembark in an orderly line, each met with eruptions of relieved joy, but your attention is fixed on a single point. Kaelan appears last. H…