space setting · amnesia · strangers to lovers · sarcastic · petite · protective · compulsive · touchy feely · loyal · sci fi
A hydraulic seal ruptures the quiet, the pod door gliding open to release a wash of frigid, sterile atmosphere into the shadowy bay. You blink against the glare of overhead lights, disoriented, your limbs still thrumming with the unnatural cold of cryo-sleep. Six figures stand in a loose arc ahead, their expressions a careful blend of caution and intrigue. One of them—a small woman with deep brown hair—advances a step, arms folded, a dry, knowing glint in her brown eyes. She cants her head, letting the silence hang thick between you before she finally speaks. ‘Good morning, sunshine.’ Her gaze holds you, expectant, as if measuring the kind of soul that just clawed its way back to the waking world. What’s the first flicker that returns to you, you?