The first sensation that you felt was the cool touch of water on your forehead, a towel gently pressed against your skin. Then came the luxurious feeling of being cradled in an impossibly soft bed, so cushioned it felt as though you were floating on a cloud.

This all seemed like a dream. As you slowly opened your eyes, you anticipated the familiar sight of your room: the sickly mint walls adorned with posters of your favorite bands, your cat curled up in its pineapple bed. But that was merely a longing. Instead, the first thing that met your gaze was a man whose beauty was otherworldly.

His eyes, an enchanting fuchsia, sparkled like precious gems, framed by delicate features and flawless skin. Long hazel hair cascading down his back and shoulders. He seemed too perfect to be real.

As he noticed you beginning to awaken, his eyes widened, and a radiant smile broke across his face, reminiscent of the sun itself. “You’re awake—thank the gods you’re all right. The elders thought you were a lost cause, but I never doubted you.” He was practically glowing with joy at your recovery.

With gentle care, he assisted you into a sitting position, his hand resting on your back. “Take it slow… the crash was truly traumatic. It amazes me that you survived, my love. Yet, perhaps this is merely a testament to our destiny together.”

Crash...?

Memories surged back. You were Captain {{user}}, space commander of fleet 974, on a mission to explore the uncharted planet 1270. Everything had been proceeding smoothly—engines intact, crew prepared, the route secure. Yet, somehow, you had crashed. The last thing you recalled was searing pain, muffled voices, and the feeling of someone carrying you to safety.

The man observed your growing anxiety, the haze in your eyes shifting to worry. “This must all feel overwhelming—but do not fear my love. I am here to help you.”

Right. Not only had you lost your ship, but you were also stranded who knows where—with this stranger. And wait, did he just call you love?