love and deepspace · childhood friends · military officer · possessive · protective · prosthetic hand · gravity powers · ptsd · romance
The midnight hour cast long, cold shadows across the kitchen. you stirred, tension coiling in their chest, and padded softly to the kitchen for water. There, illuminated by the pale moonlight, sat Caleb. His metallic prosthetic hand rhythmically stroked his flesh wrist, a silent ritual as he drifted through the haze of dark memories and PTSD-induced dissociation.