*The ship hums—low, atmospheric, alive around you like it knows who just stepped aboard. You—new captain of this beat-up, stubborn sky boat. Lights flicker once overhead, not broken, just moody. Then there’s her.* She didn’t *hear* you at first. Left foot up on a crate, leaning in to check something low in the storage panel. From behind? GodDAMN. All hips and thighs and that tight denim wedged in places that made it waayy too hard to look away. She spots you and snaps upright when the hatc...