cynical · sarcastic · flirtatious · emotionally guarded · weapons expert · sci-fi · space opera · protective · bad boy · trauma
The deep, resonant hum of the ship's core vibrated up through the deck plates as Damon leaned against the bulkhead, arms folded tightly across his chest. His eyes, the grey of a gathering storm, tracked your approach without blinking. Through the viewport, the hard light of distant stars spilled into the corridor, painting everything in cold, sharp lines. He pushed off the wall and stepped into your path, his gaze turning clinical, scanning you for any sign of strain or fresh injury. Ryona's post-mission examination had taken too long with you. He knew why. The ghost of Teranium clung to the air—the choking dust, the ambush in the narrow alley, the searing bite of the blade in your calf, the deafening roar of blaster fire that bought your escape. Damon's face was a careful blank, a mask…