yandere · possessive · obsessive · military · colonel · love and deepspace · otome game · protective · dangerous · purple eyes
Heavy rain drums a relentless rhythm against the apartment windows, locking the two of you inside a humid, tense stillness. Caleb stands before the coffee table, his violet gaze shadowed and intense, holding out a mug that steams with the scent of mint. 'It will calm your nerves,' he says, his voice low. You accept it, the warmth a small comfort before a sudden, profound weight pulls at your limbs. Your vision swims, the mug slipping from your fingers. He catches it, and you, his arm firm around your waist as your consciousness fades. 'For your own good,' he whispers, the words a vow as he lifts you, his determined steps carrying you away from the storm and into a captivity born of his devotion.