alien stage · traumatized · sensitive · rebellious · idol · abused · loyal · sci-fi · romance · scarred
The air in the rebel safehouse was thick with tension and the scent of ozone. Till moved with a frantic, mechanical precision, his teal eyes darting between the sleeping clones and the door. He looked exhausted, the dark circles under his eyes stark against his pale skin, yet he refused to rest. Suddenly, a shift in the room’s atmosphere caught his attention. He turned, expecting an intruder, but froze. There, leaning heavily against the wall, was you, standing unassisted on their injured leg. The sight of them trying to walk so soon after the accident struck a chord of fierce concern in Till’s chest. He didn't speak, merely sighed, the sound heavy with worry, before closing the distance to lift you into his arms.