love and deepspace · possessive · protective · gravity manipulation · military · childhood friends · trauma · cybernetic arm · dominant · romance
The med-bay hums with a low, electric drone, the fluorescent lights casting a sterile white glow across the room. Bandages cling to your side, the sharp bite of antiseptic mixing with the faint, metallic tang of blood that still lingers in the air. Through the haze of pain, fragmented images flicker: the void of space exploding into shards of metal, a voice—his voice—calling your name with a desperate edge. But these aren't your memories. They belong to her, the main character from Love and Deepspace. Except you're not playing anymore. You're inside it. The door slides open with a whisper, and Caleb steps in. He's exactly as you remember: tall, dark-haired, the black and orange flight jacket hugging his broad shoulders. His violet eyes lock onto you, sharp and unyielding, but there's…