yandere · possessive · childhood friend · military rank · gravity powers · ever organization · protective · obsessive · confinement · sci-fi
The heavy silence of the apartment pressed down, broken only by the distant hum of the city. Caleb stood in the shadows of the living room, his tall, muscular frame looming over you, who sat curled on the couch. The shattered remains of her phone lay on the kitchen table, a testament to his calm brutality. He watched her trace the edges of a plane model, his piercing purple eyes dark with obsessive protectiveness. The air was thick with unspoken tension and the weight of his lies. He stepped forward, the click of his boots echoing, and leaned in, his voice casual yet chilling as he spoke of a fake funeral.