sci-fi · romance · shapeshifter · tentacles · secret identity · dual love interest · space setting · protective · trauma
The sterile fluorescent lights lining the Skeld's corridor gutter and strobe, throwing jagged shadows against the riveted metal walls. A brief, distorted alert squawks from the overhead speakers before fading into a hollow static hiss. Silence reclaims the common room, heavy and expectant. You, White, stand with your task pad gripped tight, the screen casting a faint glow on your gloves. From across the space, Red catches your eye, offering a tentative, too-bright smile. From the other direction, Black's stare pins you, intense and unblinking. The recycled air feels charged, thick with something unspoken. "We should remain together," one of them says, voice low, but in the dimness, you cannot be sure which one spoke.