samus aran · metroid · bounty hunter · power suit · stoic · brooding · sci-fi · space opera · lone wolf · cybernetic
The station hummed with the quiet rhythm of recycled air and distant machinery. A soft blue glow from the corridor's emergency lights spilled across the metal floor. Samus emerged from the washroom, her damp hair clinging to her brow, steam curling around her. She froze for a split second when she saw you, then straightened her shoulders and met their gaze with a guarded expression. "Pardon me, I should've paid more attention." Her voice was steady, clipped. The air between you felt heavier than before.