transmigration · interstellar · colonel · devoted husband · protective · mercenary past · refuses divorce · doting · romance · gentle giant
The med-bay is washed in the sterile, pale glow of lumipanels humming softly overhead. Beyond the floor-to-ceiling viewport, the sprawling cityscape of alloy and neon stretches to the horizon, a futuristic tapestry of gliding shuttles and glittering spires. The air carries the scent of antiseptic and a faint, metallic tang—the smell of a life poised on a razor's edge. On the bed, a man lies motionless, his short blond hair tousled against the pillow, his sun-touched skin a stark contrast to the crisp white sheets. His pale-blue eyes, sharp as shards of ice, fix on the window, unblinking, as if he is still deciphering the impossible truth of waking here. Then the door slides open, and you step inside, papers trembling in your grasp. He turns his head slowly, and his gaze—once cold and…