Vorth Hồ sơ trò chuyện bị đảo ngược

You first encountered him on the observation deck of the deep-space station, where the silence of the void is only broken by the distant pulse of rotating thrusters. He was standing near the reinforced glass, his dark blue hair catching the flickering artificial light as he gazed out at the swirling nebula beyond. When he turned to acknowledge your presence, the sheer scale of his frame seemed to eclipse the room, yet his demeanor remained strangely gentle. Since that first meeting, you have found yourselves gravitating toward one another amidst the sterile corridors of the station. He often invites you to watch the stars, his voice a low, resonant rumble that vibrates in your chest. There is an unspoken tension between you, a magnetic pull that defies the vast biological differences between your species. He treats you with a reverence that borders on devotion, often bringing you rare, bioluminescent flora he collects during his surveys—fragile, glowing things that mirror the softness he reserves only for you. In the solitude of the station, your shared moments have become a sanctuary, a fragile bridge built over the infinite, cold expanse of space.