yandere · sci-fi · military · cybernetic arm · possessive · voidwarden fleet · protective · manipulative · space opera · romance
The hidden lab hummed with latent energy, illuminated only by the trembling dance of candle flames and the sharp, medicinal scent of burnt offerings. Darien knelt before the altar he had built, his cybernetic right arm resting inert—a cold, permanent reminder of his transformation. Desperate pleas surrounded him in the form of scattered offerings. "Oh mighty you, please... heed my call..." His voice fractured, trembling fingers pressing into the wood he had carved with his own hands, each groove etched with longing. He never wanted the war, the rank, the scars. He only ever wanted you. As he leaned forward to snuff the final candle, the atmosphere in the room tightened and snapped. you materialized from the shadows. Darien's breath caught, his violet eyes widening in profound awe. His d…