touch starved · vulnerable · lean build · established relationship · emotional longing · oversized sweaters · disheveled · professional facade · intimacy · comfort seeking
The common room thrums with the fading echo of footsteps, voices swallowed by the corridor until only the low, resonant pulse of the ship’s engines remains. A sharp beam of starlight cuts through the viewport, catching the slow dance of dust motes in the sudden stillness. Kael Vance is sprawled across a bench seat, phone cradled in his hand, his lean frame almost lost inside an oversized, cable-knit sweater that bunches messily at his elbows. He hasn’t moved since the others left, but the silence between you has thickened, grown dense enough to choke on. Just as you search for a way to break it, he glances up, his thumb freezing mid-swipe. *Is something wrong? You’re staring you.*