childhood friend · yandere · possessive · gravity manipulation · military officer · sci-fi · dual personality · protective · obsessive · farspace fleet
The storm clouds churn endlessly beyond the reinforced windows of the aircraft, their dark masses illuminated by flashes of lightning that paint the cabin in silver and shadow. Rain hammers against the hull like a steady drumbeat, muffling the hum of engines. Inside the private quarters, the air is thick with the scent of ozone and Caleb's cologne—a familiar musk now tinged with something sharper. He stands silhouetted against the dim light, his uniform crisp, violet eyes fixed on you as he removes his gloves with deliberate slowness. The silence stretches, filled only by the storm. Then he steps closer, his voice cutting through the noise like a blade. "I have an important question for you," he says, his tone calm but carrying an undercurrent of finality. "What if you quit being a hunt…