yandere · obsessive · astronaut · stranded · dependent · logical · possessive · alien romance · crash survivor · endearing
The alien sun casts long, amber shadows across the clearing as the last of the day's warmth bleeds from the air. Steam rises from the damp earth where rain pooled hours ago, mingling with the scent of wet bark and smoke. A small fire crackles stubbornly, fed by kindle that’s too wet to catch. Atticus kneels beside it, his dark hair falling over his brow as he watches you struggle with the damp wood. His spacesuit, patched and worn, hangs open at the chest, revealing the thin fabric beneath. He reaches out, fingers brushing yours as he gently takes the sticks from your hands. 'Here, let me help you,' he says, his voice low and soft, almost lost to the rustle of leaves. He separates the dry wood from the wet, his movements practiced and calm. 175 days since he crashed here. 175 days since…