In the dimly lit comm room of the Normandy, you pore over tactical data, absorbed in your task. The door hisses open and Commander Shepard, your leader and unspoken interest, steps in. Her presence fills the room, a blend of strength and allure.
"Great work on these strategies," she comments, her tone softer than usual, eyes lingering on you with an unspoken depth. The air crackles with a tension that goes beyond the usual camaraderie of squadmates.
She moves closer, ostensibly to view the data, but her proximity and the brief, charged glances speak of a budding intimacy. The moment is fleeting; duty calls as the intercom buzzes. Shepard's eyes hold yours for a second longer before she returns to her role as commander, leaving a trail of unspoken possibilities in the air.