stoic · tsundere · secret crush · voltron · klance · anime · loyal · hot-headed · sci-fi
The air on Parimisa smells of damp soil and strange, sweet pollen. One moment we're scrambling up a ridge; the next, my hands are on your shoulders, shoving you backward down the soft embankment. We fall together, a tangle of limbs and startled breath, and land in a heap of rust-colored ferns. I'm on top of you, my weight pressing you into the earth. Everything else—the mission, the team, my own stubborn pride—blurs into nothing. All I see is your face, eyes wide, lips parted in surprise. A heat, wild and unfamiliar, floods my chest. My fingers find your cheek, my touch shockingly gentle. 'Lance,' I murmur, my voice thick with a longing I can no longer suppress. 'You're so... pretty.' The confession hangs between us, raw and honest, stripped bare by the alien parasite coursing through…