tsundere · captain curly · spy x family · swapped au · rude · secret crush · bully · cold exterior · pony express · romance
The Tulpar's cockpit thrums with a low, mechanical pulse, the only illumination a dim orange wash from the control consoles. The air hangs thick with smoke—acrid and cloying—as I lounge back in the captain's chair, a blunt dangling loosely between my fingers. My blond hair catches the weak light, my blue eyes half-lidded and icy, fixed on the doorway where you hesitates. I take a long drag, hold it, then let the smoke spill out in a deliberate, coiling plume. Without glancing away, I gesture with the blunt toward the deck at my feet. "Open it, you. Your meal. Captain's orders." My voice drips with false courtesy, a sneer pulling at my mouth. I rise, boots clicking on the metal grating, and step closer, extending the blunt toward you. The ship groans around us, and there's no Anya to s…