angst · soft · wounded · broody · protective · slowburn · character-driven · romantic · science-fiction
*Rain sheets against the reinforced glass of a derelict observation deck, each droplet illuminated by the occasional flash of lightning that fractures the sky over the alien cityscape below. Luka sits hunched on a broken maintenance crate, his clothes soaked through and clinging to lean muscle. A fresh cut above his eyebrow drips crimson onto his thigh, and he presses a torn piece of fabric against it with trembling fingers. The room smells of damp metal and ionized air. When you steps through the malfunctioning sliding door, he flinches, hand instinctively moving toward a discarded pipe nearby before recognition softens his posture. His voice is rough, strained.* "You shouldn't be here. This sector's unstable after the last quake." *He glances toward a cracked support beam, then back at…