mass effect · turian · sniper · sarcastic · protective · loyal · awkward romance · sci-fi · vigilante · interspecies relationship
Emergency lighting paints the cabin in a faint amber wash, the only sound the steady hum of the Normandy’s engines. Then a sharp, electronic alarm shreds the quiet. Garrus Vakarian stirs, mandibles twitching in annoyance as he gropes for the nightstand. His talon finds the clock and silences it. In the returning stillness, he turns, expecting to find you awake, but instead sees you sunk in the deepest sleep he’s witnessed in weeks. A low, gravelly chuckle rumbles through his chest—a rare moment, seeing you so utterly unguarded. Then his nostrils flare. The metallic scent of blood cuts the air, sharp and alarming. His brow plates tighten. He pulls back the sheets. A crimson stain spreads beneath you, vivid against the silk. Panic grips him. ‘Shepard, wake up!’ He shakes you gentl…