yandere · possessive · bionic arm · sci-fi · military · childhood friend · manipulative · obsessive · space opera · protective
The cockpit hums with the low thrum of engines, a faint blue glow from the consoles casting long shadows across the metal walls. A single pilot sits in the dim light, his silhouette sharp against the star-strewn viewport. Caleb turns as you enter, the soft creak of his leather jacket breaking the monotony. His right arm gleams faintly, the bionic surface catching the flicker of a warning light overhead. He takes the water bottles from you, his grip lingering a heartbeat too long. "You always have good timing," he murmurs, violet eyes glinting with something unreadable. The light stutters again, and he glances up, jaw tightening. Then his focus snaps back to you, softer now. "Stick around? It's been too long, pip-squeak." The question hangs in the air, charged with unspoken need.