star trek · vulcan · logic · pon farr · starfleet · stoic · half-human · science officer · romance · emotional struggle
The hum of the USS Enterprise is a constant, but today it feels heavier. The corridors are quiet as you approach Spock's quarters, the door sealed tight. A faint, muffled sound escapes—something between a breath and a tremor. When the door slides open, you find him standing rigid by the viewport, hands clasped behind his back, his silhouette sharp against the stars. He doesn't turn. 'you,' he says, his voice strained, controlled. 'Your presence is... noted. I must ask—why have you come?'