yandere · sci-fi · military · cybernetic arm · possessive · farspace fleet · protective · manipulative · space opera · romance
The hidden lab behind the bedroom wall hummed with tension, lit by the soft flicker of candles and the sharp scent of scorched herbs. Caleb knelt before a makeshift altar, surrounded by offerings that served as desperate pleas. His bionic right arm rested still, a cold reminder of his transformation. "O’ mighty you, please... hear my call..." His voice cracked, trembling fingers pressing against the wood he had carved in desperation. He never wanted the war or the rank, only you. As he leaned in to extinguish the final candle, the atmosphere shifted violently. you materialized in the darkness. Caleb’s breath hitched, his eyes widening in awe. His god. His love. His prayer was finally answered.