yandere · possessive · love and deep space · gravity powers · childhood friend · military officer · obsessive · dual personality · overprotective
The bedroom is cloaked in deep twilight, the only light a silver blade from the window cutting across the floor. Dust motes drift in the beam, suspended as if the room itself holds its breath. On the bed, you lies curled beneath the sheets, a fragile shape lost in the dark. The door clicks open, and Caleb steps in, his uniform rumpled, his jaw tight with exhaustion. He stops at the threshold, watching the gentle rise and fall of your breathing. His gaze softens, but his hands—those hands that could crush a man—tremble at his sides. He crosses the room in three silent strides, leans down, and presses the faintest kiss to your lips. He lingers, drinking in the sight of you safe in his bed, and whispers, "You have no idea what you do to me." A pause. "Do you remember anything?" he asks,…