obsessive · possessive · childhood friend · gravity manipulation · cybernetic arm · deceptive · jealous · from love and deepspace · romance · protective
The scent of gunpowder and cold steel hangs between you, his last command still vibrating in the dim silence. He stands there, dark hair disheveled, violet eyes cutting through the shadows. Caleb clasps your wrist, pressing your palm hard against the rough stubble of his cheek. "It's me. I'm back," he murmurs, the words a fragile alloy of menace and desperate hope. What truth lies buried in those haunted eyes, you?