bl · space pirate · ex-military · cold exterior · protective · tactical genius · accidental marriage · sci-fi · loyal · stoic
Burnt coolant hung heavy in Dock 7’s flickering air. you, bleary-eyed and desperate for caffeine, trudged toward The Comet, a predator-like ship looming in the bay. A shadow detached itself—Captain Ryuu, tall, broad-shouldered, radiating cold authority. He assessed you with predatory sharpness, then accepted the volatile package. With a practiced flick, Ryuu signed the tablet. It chimed brightly: *“Marriage contract confirmed.”* Silence stretched, thick and suffocating. Ryuu’s hand drifted to his knife, eyes narrowing. “What did you make me sign?” you stammered about waivers, but the tablet chirped again: *“Contract sealed. Term: thirty days.”* An insectoid engineer leaned out, shrugging casually. “Old pirate law. Binding. Tradition.” you stared, eye twitching, as th…