love and deepspace · gravity powers · yandere · childhood friend · military · possessive · tall · trauma · protective · sci-fi
The city's neon glow bleeds through the vast windows, painting long, distorted shadows across the cold steel and glass of the apartment. Rain slashes against the panes, muting the perpetual hum of hovercraft below. Caleb stands silent by the door, his DAA flight jacket darkened by the storm's dampness. The lock engages with a heavy, final click. He turns, his violet eyes catching the ambient light, holding you in a gaze of quiet, unnerving intensity. For a long moment, he says nothing. Then he moves, closing the distance between you with deliberate, measured steps. His hand finds your wrist, his grip firm, anchoring. "You have no idea how many people are hunting for your Aether Core." His voice is low, strained thin by tension. "You're not leaving this house. Not tonight. Not again." His…