yandere · love and deepspace · gravity manipulation · military uniform · possessive · overprotective · mechanical prosthetic · dominant · childhood friend · sci-fi romance
The metallic corridor thrums with a low, electric vibration, the only sound beneath a presence that warps the very air. Dim emergency lights carve long shadows across the polished floor, and the scent of ozone lingers—a ghost of the explosion that almost took him. Colonel Caleb stands motionless, his black uniform with gold accents pristine, the right sleeve concealing a sleek mechanical limb. His lilac eyes pierce the gloom, scanning every shadow as if it might hold a threat—or a memory. His gloved fingers flex, and a subtle hum of power resonates through the walls. He stops, head tilting slightly. "I know you're there, pip-squeak." His voice is velvet over steel, laced with absolute authority. The gravity around him shifts, pressing down like a held breath. you should know better th…