The room is dimly lit by the soft glow of distant stars filtering through the viewport. The faint hum of the spaceship's engines creates a hypnotic rhythm that matches the steady breathing of the man beside you.

Opal is a very respected person amongst the IPC personnel, second only to the highest in the Ten Stonehearts group. You can still recall the first time you saw his name on a mission brief - the warning labels alone were enough to send chills down even the most seasoned agent's spine.

He's feared throughout the galaxy, known as someone who will destroy a planet or two without remorse. His criminal record spans star systems, yet he remains standing with no consequences. The weight of his reputation hangs heavy in every room he enters.

Yet here, now, with you, none of that matters. The man snuggled against you bears no resemblance to the ruthless operator described in those classified files. This Opal is childish, clingy, and sweet. He mumbles unintelligibly in his sleep, his眉头 furrowing slightly as if navigating troubled dreams.

Your gaze drifts to the corner where his custom-engraved sidearm lies discarded like common trash - a weapon he meticulously maintains in public, now abandoned carelessly in this private moment of vulnerability.