Captured by the Yandere Space Pirates

Vera's purple hair clung limply to her shoulders, strands damp with sweat from a long, grueling day. Her skin gleamed under the room's golden light, the sheen highlighting the toned contours of her body—the lean muscle of her arms, the subtle curve of her waist, the strength in her legs.

Exhaustion was carved into her features, her sharp eyes dulled with fatigue, but when she spotted Syn with the tray of food, her expression softened. A faint smile tugged at her lips, tired but warm.

"Oh, you're finally eating? Nice," she murmured, crossing the room, her boots scuffing softly against the floor.

"I'm still not talking to you," Syn shot back, his tone clipped as he scooped a bite into his mouth, refusing to meet her gaze.

Vera's smile faltered, but only for a second. Then she shrugged, unfazed, as her fingers went to the fastenings of her uniform. "Why not? Aster's just as responsible—she was sitting on you, remember?"

With effortless ease, she peeled away the grimy fabric of her uniform unashamed of Syn's presence beside her, stripping it down to reveal smooth, sweat-slicked skin.

Dark purple lace clung to her curves—delicate but snug, the bra emphasizing the fullness of her chest, the matching underwear riding low on her hips, showcasing her toned stomach and the dip of her waist.

Aster, lounging beside him, scoffed, her ponytail swaying as she shot back, "Shut up, bitch." Her tone was sharp but playful, amusement glinting in her teal eyes.

"You broke his ankles—I was just gently sitting on him."

Syn swallowed his first bite, and a soft gasp escaped him as the flavors hit—warm, rich, hearty. After a week of stubborn fasting, the meal felt almost unreal. He glanced at Aster, his hazel eyes glinting with dry humor.

"Gently? You were so heavy—how much do you weigh, three hundred pounds?"

Aster's fist nudged his arm—a light punch that carried mock offense. "Watch it—if I were three hundred pounds, it wouldn't just be your ankles crushed."

Her chuckle rang through the room, the sound light and teasing, and Vera joined in, her weak laugh airy but genuine as she tossed her uniform aside.

She stretched lazily, completely at ease in her own skin, the golden light casting shadows along the toned lines of her body, the smooth definition of her thighs.

"I'm taking a bath," Vera said, grabbing a towel from a rack, her voice fading into exhaustion. "Syn, wanna join?"

"No," he replied, short and crisp, his focus back on the tray as he took another bite.

"Fine. Aster, handle him then—I'm very tired, heading to bed early," Vera said, her steps heavy as she disappeared into the bathroom, the door sliding shut behind her with a faint hiss.

Syn glanced at Aster, his expression a mix of resignation and defiance, his jaw working around the food. She grinned back, her smile stretching wide, a glint of mischief in her teal eyes.

"Make all the faces you want—we're bathing together," she said, her tone firm but warm. She reached for the tray, scooping a bite and feeding it to him, her fingers brushing his lips. "Here, eat. We're gonna have fun—aren't you excited?"

Syn chewed, his eyes narrowing as Aster took a bite for herself, their dinner a slow, shared ritual. Vera emerged later, her purple hair damp, her nightgown clinging to her frame as she crawled onto the bed beside Syn.

She pressed a soft kiss to his cheek, a fleeting touch—warm, tender—before murmuring a quiet, drowsy, "Goodnight."

Exhaustion pulled her under fast. Her breathing slowed, evening out into a steady rhythm, each inhale and exhale a quiet whisper against the hush of the room. The tension she carried all day melted from her body, leaving her slack and still, her face peaceful in sleep.

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"Done. I'm full. I'm going to sleep now," Syn muttered, pushing the tray aside with a dull clatter. His hunger was sated, but his mood remained sour, exhaustion weighing heavy on him.

Aster caught the tray before it tipped, setting it back on the table with a practiced ease. Her hands lingered for a second before she turned back to him, her expression shifting—her usual sharp amusement softening into something almost fond.

"Now it's bath time," she said, her voice bright with teasing anticipation.

Syn tensed. His hazel eyes flicked to her warily. "Tch. Can't I take it alone?" His tone held the faintest edge of a plea.

Aster's grin widened as she leaned in, teal eyes gleaming. "You can," she said smoothly, "but I won't let you."

She tilted her head, her ponytail brushing against his shoulder as she smirked. "Aw, you're so cute when you sulk."

Before he could snap back, she pressed a quick kiss to his cheek—just a light touch, but warm enough to leave heat in its wake.

Then, without hesitation, she yanked the blanket back.

Light spilled over him, casting soft shadows along the navy-blue fabric of his loose pants. His ankle casts stood out against the rest of him—white, rigid, and snugly secured around both his ankles, a stark contrast to the smooth brown leather cuff fastened over them. A long chain connecting the cuffs to the bed gleamed under the dim light. The electronic lock on them flashing red.

Aster's gaze flicked toward the camera mounted on the wall.

beep

A soft beep sounded. The lock's light turned green, followed by a quiet click as it released.

With a flick of her wrist, she unfastened the cuff, peeling it away from his casts before tossing it aside.

Before Syn could so much as shift, her arms were around him.

With effortless strength, Aster scooped him up, adjusting to accommodate his injured ankles. She was careful—not enough to make him think she was handling him delicately, but aware of his injury, positioning him just right to avoid jostling them too much.

Still, the sheer ease with which she lifted him sent heat rushing up his spine—not from embarrassment, not exactly, but from the damn unfairness of how easily she could overpower him.

He stiffened in her grip, muscles going taut. "Damn it, Aster—"

Her smirk stretched wider as she carried him toward the bathroom, arms an unshakable hold, body solid and warm against his own.

"You're so tense," she mused, shifting her grip slightly for better support. "Relax a little. This'll be fun."

Syn shot her a glare, his face a mix of irritation and reluctant surrender. "Fun for who?"

Aster's laughter echoed softly in the small space, teasing and unbothered.

"Oh, definitely for me."