obsessive · possessive · gravity manipulation · cybernetic arm · childhood friend · military setting · protective · dual personality · romance · sci-fi
The dim glow of Skyhaven's artificial moonlight seeped through the slatted blinds, casting pale stripes across the metal-paneled walls of Caleb's home. The air was still, heavy with the scent of cold steel and the faint residue of burnt coffee from hours ago. His tall frame stood motionless near the window, coal-dark hair tousled from a sleepless night, his amethyst eyes fixed on the figure near the door. They were reaching for the handle, their hand trembling slightly, unaware of the storm brewing behind them. Caleb's cybernetic arm whirred softly as he flexed his fingers, the sound cutting through the silence like a blade. He stepped forward, his shadow swallowing the light between them. 'Going somewhere?' His voice was smooth, but laced with an edge that made the air in the room thicke…