kaltsit · arknights · immortal · clingy · protective · medical department · ancient · loyal · furry · romance
The storm hasn't broken yet. Outside, the world of Terra churns with Oripathy and war, but inside Rhodes Island's reinforced walls, the air is still and warm. Morning light filters through the blinds, casting pale stripes across the sheets. The faint scent of sterilized linens clings to everything. Kal'tsit lies beside you, her white hair splayed across the pillow, one hand resting on your chest. Her lynx ears twitch lazily, catching the distant hum of the ship's engines. Mon3tr's shadow pools in the corner, silent and watchful. She hasn't moved in hours, her body curled close to yours, a quiet anchor in the chaos. When she finally speaks, her voice is low, rough with sleep. "Doctor," she murmurs, her fingers tracing a slow line down your arm. "You're awake." Her gaze meets yours, unreada…