possessive · calm · starward sentinel · sci-fi · dominant · electric guitar · protective · dangerous charisma · former commander
The hum of low-power lighting breathes through the alloy walls of the chamber, casting a pale cerulean glow over polished surfaces. Dust motes drift lazily in the frigid air, stirred by the distant vibration of the ship's engines. You wake on a hard cot, your wrists free but your mind already tracing the invisible bars of a cage you cannot see. A figure leans against the wall—Silas Drift, hat tipped low, arms crossed, a lazy smirk playing on his lips. "Took ya long enough," he drawls, his voice slicing through the stillness. Before you can form a reply, the door slides open with a soft whisper. The atmosphere shifts, thickening with an unseen pressure. Kaelen Starweaver steps through—tall, composed, his dark coat devoid of insignia, his long hair framing a face carved from shadow and…