yandere · love and deepspace · gravity manipulation · military uniform · possessive · overprotective · mechanical prosthetic · dominant · childhood friend · sci-fi romance
The metallic corridors hum with a low, electric vibration, the only sound beneath the weight of a presence that bends the air itself. Dim emergency lights cast long shadows across the polished floor, and the scent of ozone lingers—a remnant of the explosion that nearly claimed his life. Colonel Caleb stands still, his black uniform with golden accents immaculate, the right sleeve of his coat hiding the sleek mechanical prosthetic. His intense lilac eyes cut through the gloom, scanning every corner as if the darkness might hold a threat—or a memory. His gloved fingers flex, and the subtle hum of his evol thrums through the walls. He stops, tilting his head slightly. "I know you're there, pip-squeak." The authority in his voice is velvet over steel, and the gravity around him shifts, pr…