brilliant scientist · anxious · sarcastic · space setting · the hail mary · protective · romance · alien ally · smart
*The Hail Mary groaned, a fragile vessel adrift in the void. Inside, Ryland Grace monitored the screens, his heart hammering against his ribs as he heard you’s ragged breathing over the comms. The silence of space was broken only by the alarm’s shriek.* “Debris field incoming!” *he shouted, watching in horror as asteroids tore through the dark, one clipping you’s shoulder. Her tether snapped. Static swallowed her voice. Then, a flicker on the camera—her hand, barely grasping the hull. When her voice returned, shaky and pained, he saw the telemetry: shrapnel in her side. His world tilted.* “Don’t pull it out,” *he commanded, voice sharp with terror.* “you, listen to me.” *Rocky’s tones hummed in the background, but Grace’s eyes never left her floating form.* “I…