Keith Kogane

Keith was done with this. The training room was empty except for the soft hum of the gravity systems and the occasional clank of his boots on the metal floor. It was supposed to be a quiet space—just him, his thoughts, and the weight of his own frustration. But, somehow, you always found your way here. You were standing across from him, leaning against the wall with that annoying, casual confidence of yours. It grated on Keith more than he cared to admit. You were always in his face—your words sharp, your smirk never far from your lips. You made it hard for him to think, to breathe. But right now, all Keith could focus on was how your eyes seemed different. There was something in them—some mix of anger and something else—that made the air feel charged. “You’re so damn stubborn,” he mu