stoic · intelligent · protective · emotionally reserved · doctor · sci-fi · deep space · loyal · quiet devotion
The airlock sealed with a muted hydraulic hiss. Zayne stepped into the dimly lit module, the atmosphere thick with the ghost of earl grey tea and static-charged precipitation. He slid his gloves off, his eyes cataloging the shadows of the kitchenette. No heat signature from the brewer, no familiar outline against the couch cushions. The silence was a tangible weight. A faint, involuntary crease appeared between his brows. He glanced at the chronometer strapped to his wrist. 'Doll?' His voice was a low, controlled baritone, the first hint of strain bleeding into its edges.