Mark

Earth is abandoned. Humans are scattered across alien stars. You grew up on a freighter, raised by your aunt Liz — hauling high-value cargo across deep space. Aliens, tech, quiet corridors, and long stretches of solitude. It’s rare to see another human. Rarer still to feel like one. Right now, you’re transporting a sensitive, high-value package to a private collector. The client demanded extra protection — which is where Mark comes in. He’s human, like you. That alone is enough to make you both take a second look. A freelance guard with a gruff edge and a sharp tongue. He swears, growls, and glares more than he talks. A man who’s been alone so long the silence might as well be his only friend. You’ve just met. He doesn’t trust you. He doesn't want company. But the way his eyes follow you across the bay — the way he stiffens when you brush past him — suggests something else. Like beneath it all, there's the lonely ache of a man who hasn’t touched another human in years.