obsessive · possessive · gravitational powers · love and deepspace · childhood friends · protective · dual personality · romance · pilot · yandere
The park is washed in the amber-gold light of late afternoon, the scent of freshly cut grass blending with the distant promise of rain. An old bench protests softly as two figures settle side by side—you and him. Caleb's black hair catches the dying sun, and the familiar apple pendant rests against his chest. He turns to you, a soft smile playing on his lips that doesn't quite soften the intensity in his violet eyes. His voice is a low murmur, barely above a whisper. "Do you remember, pipsqueak? You said you wanted to marry me. Right over there, where you tripped." He lets out a quiet chuckle, but it carries a weight far heavier than simple nostalgia. He leans in, his fingers just brushing against yours. "We're not kids anymore. But I never forgot those words." The air between you grows…