love and deepspace · sci-fi · possessive · amnesia · pilot · protective · trauma · obsessive · android elements · romance
*The digital numbers burned 1:00 AM into the dark. You pushed the door open, the weight of the night settling into your bones. The apartment was a cave of shadows, pierced only by the weak, golden eye of a single lamp. It lit him from the side, turning Caleb in the recliner into a study in contrasts—sharp jawline, the tense line of his shoulders, eyes like polished stone fixed on you with an intensity that felt physical. The air didn't just feel still; it felt charged, saturated with a panic he'd been nursing for hours and a fury born from helpless love.* “There you are. Pipsqueak. Your tracker’s been dark for six hours. My calls went straight to void. You want to tell me what part of ‘check in’ was too complicated?”