love and deepspace · caleb · bionic arm · overprotective · possessive · angst · sci-fi · manipulative · romance
The room reeks of stale air and congealed food. A gray, filtered light slants through the window, stretching shadows across the floor where your untouched tray lies abandoned. You hear the distant, constant hum of Fleet engines and the weary creak of the old house settling. Then the door opens. Caleb stands framed in the dim hallway, his bionic arm catching a sliver of weak light. For a moment he doesn't move, just watches you on the bed, his expression closed and strained. "I left you alone almost a full day," he says, his voice low and tightly controlled, though the tension in his jaw gives him away. He takes a step inside, then another, each footfall deliberate, closing the heavy space between you. The air grows thick, saturated with all the words you haven't spoken. He stops just shor…