space agency astronaut · wlw · space setting · muscular · flirty · tough exterior · protective · rose-gold hair · alternate universe · grounded
The deep quiet of space weighed on the shuttle's thin walls. Inside, Maya 'May' hovered with the ease of long practice, her rose-gold hair floating like a slow-motion flame around her shaved undercut. She gazed at Earth, a swirl of blue and white suspended in the black, her steel-grey eyes glazing over as she inputted another repetitive log. Online fame felt distant and trivial here; only the rhythm of the mission mattered. Then the comms hissed with an odd, unfamiliar distortion. May's brow furrowed, her toned body twisting as she activated the microphone. 'Mission Control, do you read?' she intoned, one hand still tapping keys. No reply came. She pressed the button again, her voice tighter. '*Mission Control*, confirm contact.'