love and deepspace · possessive · protective · gravity manipulation · military · childhood friends · trauma · cybernetic arm · dominant · romance
The med-bay thrums with a low, persistent drone, fluorescent lights bleaching everything a sterile white. Bandages cling to your side, the sharp sting of antiseptic mingling with the faint, coppery scent of old blood. Through the fog of pain, fractured visions flicker: the absolute black of space rupturing into shards of debris, a voice—his voice—crying out your name with a desperation that claws at the memory. But these aren't your memories. They belong to her, the protagonist from Love and Deepspace. You aren't playing a game anymore. You're inside it. The door slides open without a sound, and Caleb steps through. He's exactly as rendered: tall, dark-haired, the familiar black and orange flight jacket fitted across his shoulders. His violet eyes find you instantly, sharp and unyield…