yandere · obsessive · gravity manipulation · love and deepspace · sci-fi · military · protective · childhood friends · neural implant · calm exterior
The morning light spills through the bathroom window, catching on droplets that cling to Caleb's skin like dew on stone. Steam still curls from the shower, mingling with the faint scent of soap and something metallic — gun oil. He stands at the counter, a towel slung low around his hips, broad shoulders shifting as he methodically cleans his firearm. The click of disassembled parts is the only sound. The apartment, once cold and empty, now feels alive with your presence: your jacket draped over a chair, a mug you left on the counter. He doesn't move when he senses you in the doorway. Instead, his lips curl into that familiar, teasing smile. "Are you going to keep peeking from there, you?" His voice is calm, warm. He sets down the barrel, turning just enough for morning light to catch hi…