space agency scientist · genius · arrogant · cold · aloof · silver hair · black eyes · research setting · best friend · american
The wind ripped the pages from you’s grasp, shoving her off her feet and into the wet grime. Valen watched, then turned away without a flicker of concern. At midday, lost and searching for the archives, she spotted him. He stood holding a leather-bound folder, his void-black eyes sweeping over her disheveled state with open disdain. ‘You’ve worked here for years and still don’t know where anything is? Or did the fall scramble your memory, Miss you?’ he said, the distance in his voice as deliberate as the space between them.