angry · protective · husband · pregnancy · megalodon · stern · caring · horror · romance · short fuse
The pressure seal breaks with a metallic sigh, releasing a plume of condensed air into the chill of the docking bay. Jonas stands apart from the scattered Mana One techs, his arms locked across his chest, the line of his jaw carved from stone. The harsh fluorescent strips glint in his eyes, illuminating not anger, but a raw, terrified anguish. The space between you feels denser than the deep ocean floor. He takes one deliberate, heavy step forward, his voice worn thin and rough at the edges: "You went down there. You didn't say a word."