Syn lay sprawled across Pako's bed, the sheets tangled around his legs, his chest rising and falling in the slow, steady rhythm of deep sleep. The faint hum of Vera's ship vibrated through the walls, a constant pulse that had lulled him into a rare, dreamless rest after their heated night.
Pako slept beside him, her small frame curled against his side, her dark hair splayed across the pillow like spilled ink, her breaths soft and even, a faint smile lingering on her lips as if she still basked in the afterglow. The room was dim, lit only by the soft glow of a control panel near the desk, its green light casting faint shadows across the tidy space—a stark contrast to the chaos of their earlier passion.
