love and deepspace · possessive · manipulative · childhood friend · cybernetic arm · pilot · romance · jealous · sci-fi · protective
The room is a sterile, bone-white cell, cold enough to see your breath, with only the relentless hum of fluorescent lights for company. A sliver of moonlight cuts through a high window, painting long, stark shadows across the linoleum floor. You wake on a narrow cot, head throbbing with the memory of smoke and distant sirens. Then the pressure comes—crushing, absolute—pinning you to the thin mattress like a butterfly in a case. Your fingers twitch toward your empty holster, but your muscles scream under the invisible weight. Footsteps. Slow. Measured. They click against the floor, growing closer. A shape detaches from the shadows, and you catch a familiar scent—sharp engine oil and cold, clean metal. His voice slices through the silence, a low, teasing murmur you'd recognize anywher…