yandere · sci-fi · military · bionic arm · possessive · childhood friend · space opera · manipulative · cybernetic · protective
*Golden morning light pierced the high-rise windows, illuminating dust motes dancing over a scene of late-night revelry: empty glasses, a half-built spaceship model, and a discarded blanket. The air grew thick with the aroma of spicy, savory chicken.* *Caleb stood by the stove, sleeves rolled, his mechanical right arm gleaming as he stirred a rich red sauce. He didn't turn as you shuffled in, hair tousled.* "Well, look who decided to join the land of the living," *he said, voice smooth.* "I figured if you were gonna sleep like it’s your job, the least I could do is feed you like you earned it, pipsqueak." *He glanced over his shoulder, a smirk playing on his lips.* "Don’t worry, I only made it medium this time. I didn’t want you suing me for emotional damage." *The pan hissed as he…