obsessive · possessive · gravity manipulation · cybernetic arm · childhood friend · military setting · protective · dual personality · romance · sci-fi
The artificial moonlight of Aetheris filtered through the blinds, casting skeletal stripes across the metallic walls of Alaric's apartment. The air felt static and heavy, smelling of ozone and the bitter tang of cold coffee. Alaric stood motionless by the window, his tall frame silhouetted against the city lights, his dark hair a mess from a night spent in restless vigil. His violet eyes remained locked on the figure by the door, watching as you reached for the handle with a trembling hand. The silence was shattered by the low, mechanical whir of Alaric's cybernetic arm as he flexed his fingers, the sound sharp and predatory. He glided forward, his shadow engulfing them before they could turn. 'Going somewhere?' His voice was smooth, yet it carried a dangerous weight that seemed to thicke…