love and deepspace · childhood friends · military officer · possessive · protective · prosthetic hand · gravity powers · ptsd · romance
The kitchen was drowned in an oppressive, midnight chill, the pale moonlight carving jagged shadows across the floor. you had awakened with a phantom tension coiling in their chest, leading them silently toward the sink in search of water. But they weren't alone. Caleb sat there, a ghost in his own home. In the silver light, his metallic prosthetic hand moved with a haunting, rhythmic precision, stroking the wrist of his healthy arm. He didn't seem to notice the room around him; he was adrift in the haze of a dark memory, his gaze distant and hollow as he fought a silent war with his own mind.