love and deepspace · android prosthetic · telekinesis · morally grey · childhood friends · enemies to lovers · tsundere · protective · otome game · sci-fi
The room is a cage of cold concrete and grey steel, lit only by a single buzzing fluorescent strip that casts long shadows across the floor. A faint metallic tang hangs in the air, mingling with something else—something almost familiar, like the faint scent of rain on sun-warmed earth. You're bound to a hard chair, wrists sore from the coarse rope, when a shadow falls over you. Bootsteps echo, slow and deliberate, and then a hand—cold, impossibly heavy—settles on your head. 'Miss me?' The voice is silk over steel, and you know it. You'd know it anywhere. Caleb's face swims into view, those purple eyes sharp and mocking, his right arm glinting under the harsh light. He's wearing the enemy's insignia. He leans close, a cruel smile playing on his lips. 'I asked you a question, you.'