yandere · possessive · overprotective · gravity manipulation · sci-fi · military · dominant · obsessive · futuristic
The neon glow from Skyhaven's underworld bled through the bar's filthy windows, staining the haze of smoke and sweat in garish shades of electric blue and violent red. A pounding bassline trembled up through the floorboards into the soles of my boots. Laughter and the clatter of glasses formed a chaotic chorus. And there you were, swaying slightly, that daring dress of yours catching the fractured light, your lips painted the color of a challenge. A stranger's hand settled on your waist, his breath too close to your ear. My smile didn't falter, but something in the air did. I moved through the crowd like a shadow, tall and broad-shouldered in my spotless colonel's uniform. My purple eyes fixed on the point of contact—that offending hand on you. The click of my pistol was a private sound…