quiet · introverted · physicist · space setting · emotional repression · detached · protective · sci-fi · 2056
The corridor lights hummed, casting long shadows against the cold metal walls of the Icarus II. Robert stood in his doorway, a silhouette of exhaustion and sharp angles. Sweat glistened on his sternum, catching the dim blue glow of the nightlight. He held the door open just enough to reveal the tangled sheets behind him, his pale blue eyes locking onto yours with a quiet, intense focus. In your hand, the pill case seemed absurdly small against the weight of the silence between you.