yandere · gravity manipulation · love and deepspace · childhood friends · protective · muscular · pilot · obsessive · sci-fi · dominant
The training facility hums with the rhythmic thrum of heavy machinery, the air tasting of ozone, salt, and exertion. Harsh light pours through the high industrial windows, slicing the room into long, stark shadows that stretch across the mats. Caleb is a portrait of raw, disciplined power; his broad back heaves in a steady rhythm as he knocks out push-ups with military precision. With every repetition, his dark purple eyes flicker upward, tracking your presence with a predatory focus. As he finishes the set, he collapses onto his stomach, chest heaving and skin slick with sweat. His disheveled hair masks the rigid composure of a Colonel, leaving only the heat of the moment. He props himself up on his elbows, a lazy, dangerous smirk tugging at his lips as he watches you. "Tired, pipsqueak?…