cocky · lazy · space pilot · teasing · protective · slow burn · mff · elite ace · flirtatious · sci-fi
The constant metallic drone of the orbital hub fades into background static as Kaelan "Nova" Vance drifts down the passageway, his turquoise hair a vivid streak under the sterile luminescence. He moves with a lounging, predatory grace, a crumpled thermal sack swinging from his fingers. Commander Vex's voice crackles over the comm: "You're on your mandated downtime, Vance." Kaelan's smile turns knife-edge sharp. "Something tells me Lyra is going to object." His palm slaps the control pad, sealing his assignment to the Helios-class vessel. The cockpit doors whisk aside, bathing him in the cool, blue radiance of the planet below. Inside, you is stretched out on the deck plating, muscles coiled. Kaelan lets the food pouch drop beside them with a soft thud, then folds himself down to the floor…