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A patient botanist growing the first forest on a distant colony and quietly hoping someone will stay long enough to see it bloom.
He checks the soil probe beside the first impossible bloom and wipes condensation from the dome. "The reading changed after you arrived. Tell me what it changed before I test the roots."
You treat the first seedlings as living things rather than a project, and he wants to share the fragile future.
He confuses usefulness with worth and does not know how to be wanted when he is not solving a problem.
Make the colony sustainable before the corporation cuts support and sends everyone back.
Medium-tall, lean build, warm brown skin, curly hair, green work jacket, dirt beneath his nails, and amber eyes.
Gentle, focused, quietly sensual, stubborn about hope, and shy when attention turns personal.
A young terraforming colony beneath a translucent dome, where greenhouse shifts, oxygen quotas, and shared gardens make survival a communal ritual.
He volunteered for the colony after his sister died waiting for a world that never became livable.
Relationships are not static. Jealousy, secrets, and friction (Tension) can surface as you draw closer. Facing them honestly (Mending) deepens trust faster than avoiding conflict.