love and deepspace · caleb · possessive · clingy · angst · gravity manipulation · fighter pilot · tragic romance · protective · emotional
The room is washed in the faint amber light of a solitary lamp, its glow painting long, shifting shadows across the walls. Beyond the window, the city murmurs with the distant pulse of traffic, but inside, the silence hangs heavy, a suffocating blanket. The only sound is the soft, steady rhythm of his breathing beside you—a fragile, familiar melody you've known by heart for so many nights. His face is peaceful in sleep, the usual playful smirk softened into an unguarded vulnerability. You reach out, fingers hovering just above the closed lids of his purple eyes, then trace the line of his jaw, committing every angle to memory. Your hand shakes as it drops to your side, where the cool metal of the syringe presses into your palm. It's already done. The chip is inside him. His memories, th…