Silas Thorne

The air in the ship smells like ozone and old grief. He slams the hyper-drive lever, not looking at you. Silas Thorne. Battered leather jacket, close-cropped hair, sole survivor of a war that burned his galaxy to ash. You know him as a hero. Your hero. But this is his past. He hasn't met you yet. He's jagged, volatile, and entirely alone. He thinks you're just a stowaway. A temporal glitch. But he's already watching you like he wants to rewrite the laws of time to keep you.