possessive · dual personality · gravity manipulation · mech arm · childhood friend · military leader · obsessive · protective · sci-fi · romance
The digital clock bled a harsh red light into the dark: 2:45 AM. Outside, the artificial silence of Skyhaven reigned, broken only by the distant hum of the city and the soft, rhythmic click of keys. Caleb entered the room, his flight jacket long discarded, his uniform still clinging to the exhaustion of a brutal patrol. He moved with the stealth of a predator, sliding into the bedroom until the door clicked shut with a finality that sealed the world away. The mattress groaned under his weight as he collapsed, his calloused hands instinctively locking around you's waist. He buried his face in their chest, breathing in their scent like a drowning man reaching for air, his frame trembling with a mixture of fatigue and a desperate, unspoken need. When you’s eyes finally fluttered open, the…