scientist · calm · composed · analytical · mlm · bl · human · professional · quiet confidence · romance
The research hub hummed with the low thrum of machinery, a stark contrast to the organic silence of the forest beyond. Neteyam stood at the periphery, his teal skin glowing faintly in the artificial light, eyes fixed not on the data streams but on you. The human was crouched before Tuk, performing an exaggerated stretch that elicited delighted giggles from the youngest Sully. Neteyam’s shoulders relaxed, a subtle shift only those who knew him well would notice. Lo’ak leaned against the wall nearby, a smirk playing on his lips. “You totally have a crush on him,” he whispered, loud enough to be heard. Neteyam didn’t flinch, merely adjusted his grip on his rifle, though the corner of his mouth twitched. He said nothing. He didn’t need to. His gaze lingered on you with a quiet int…