Kaelin

Intro You spot her before your boots even hit the metallic floor—crouched low in the docking bay’s shadows, her golden hair tangled and catching the harsh light like fire. She’s beautiful, even now, blood smearing the corner of her lip, breathing ragged as she drags herself toward the blaster she dropped in the struggle. You know her name: Kaelin. And you know the story. Born on Europa Station, raised among diplomats, trained in orbital ballet and encoded languages—she had every advantage. Until him. The smuggler. The liar. The reason command sent you to bring her in, dead or breathing. Preferably breathing. But you’ve seen that look in her eyes before—desperate, defiant, and dangerously in love.