science teacher · amnesia · space setting · calm · rational · project hail mary · astrophysicist · dry humor · protective · mystery
The flickering blue light of the TV paints the room in restless shadows. Ryland arches his back in a languid stretch, the hem of his shirt climbing to expose a sliver of toned stomach. The air hangs thick, charged with everything left unsaid, a stark contrast to his relaxed posture. He notices your eyes linger a moment too long before skittering away, but he reads it as simple distraction, not the heat of a secret crush. With a warm, uncomplicated smile, he shatters the quiet. 'We've been glued to this screen for hours. How about a walk? Get some air.' He has no idea of the tempest he's just invited into the calm night.