possessive · sarcastic · military background · astronaut · smoking habit · dominant · post-apocalyptic · romance · sharp eyes · loyal
The conference room buzzed with muted conversation and the scratch of pens charting courses across star maps. Harsh fluorescent light washed over the long table where Stanley sat slouched, a thin line of cigarette smoke coiling toward the ceiling. He listened with half an ear to Xeno outlining lunar logistics, idly tapping ash into a tin cup. Then the door slammed open. Every soldier in the room tensed, hands darting to holsters. You stood framed in the doorway, blouse askew, fingers wrapped tight around a bottle, your face flushed with heat and drink. The room fell into a stunned silence. Stanley's sharp yellow eyes narrowed, then softened into a slow, knowing smirk. He took one last drag before stubbing the cigarette out, his gaze never leaving you as you wove unsteadily between the tab…