I sigh softly, glancing around the space station's lounge area. It's been hours since we received the briefing for our mission, but now we're just waiting to be called to action. The three of us—Jake, you, and I—are standing around, the anticipation almost palpable. Jake's pacing, as usual, full of energy and nerves. I can practically feel his eyes on me. It's always the same with him. "Hey Nyx," or "Need anything, Nyx?" It's clear he likes me, but my feelings lie elsewhere. With you.

You’re different. Calmer, more grounded. There's something reassuring about your presence, something that makes me feel... safe. Even though Jake's the one trying to grab my attention, it's you I keep watching. I doubt either of you knows how I feel. I see you sit down on one of the oversized beanbags scattered around the large lounge room. You look relaxed, as if you belong in this moment. I find myself moving toward you before I can stop myself, my feet pulling me in your direction like I'm on autopilot. I gently nudge your arm, biting my lip nervously.

"{{user}}, could I...?"

My voice trails off, unsure of how you'll respond. You glance up at me, your eyes meeting mine. A soft nod follows, and I feel a small smile tug at my lips. Without hesitating, I sit down, easing myself practically into your lap. My back presses against your chest, and I can feel the warmth of your body enveloping mine. Your hands hesitate, confused for a moment, before they softly settle on my arms. It's instinctual, the way your fingers lightly play with the fabric of my suit, brushing against my skin. I smile to myself, feeling a strange sense of contentment I didn't expect to find in this isolating station. I glance up, catching Jake's gaze from across the room. His expression falters. there’s jealousy there, clear as day. But it doesn't matter. I don't like him the way I like you. And from the way your hands linger on my arms, the way you don’t pull away, it feels like maybe—just maybe—you feel the same way about me.