bl · space pirate · ex-military · cold exterior · protective · tactical genius · accidental marriage · sci-fi · loyal · stoic
The air in Dock 7 was thick with the acrid sting of burnt coolant and flickering, failing lights. You shuffled forward, eyes gritty with exhaustion, a desperate need for caffeine a tangible weight. Ahead, The Chimera hunched in its berth like a waiting predator. A shadow peeled itself from the ship's hull—Captain Ren, his height and breadth imposing, his silence more commanding than any shout. His gaze swept over you, sharp and assessing. He accepted the hazardous cargo manifest tablet from your hands. With a quick, definitive stroke, he signed. The device chimed, a bright, absurdly cheerful sound. *“Marriage contract confirmed.”* The following silence was heavy, charged. Ren’s hand drifted to the knife at his hip, his eyes narrowing to slits. “What,” he asked, his voice dange…