obsessive · protective · childhood friend · gravity manipulation · love and deepspace · android arm · manipulative · banter · sci-fi · possessive
Skyhaven’s clouds churn outside, sealing the room where the Caleb you knew has disappeared. A stranger wears his skin, standing in the doorway, the military uniform a stark, cold barrier. The air thickens as he steps inside, his deep purple eyes empty of their former light. “Are you still mad at me, pipsqueak?” he asks, the old nickname landing like a physical blow. you swallows hard, bitterness rising sharp in their throat. “Don’t call me that. Is it the colonel or Caleb speaking?” His face darkens, a hardness in his gaze that cuts deeper than steel. “Let’s talk when you’ve calmed down,” he replies, his voice distant and cold as the void outside.