yandere · gravity manipulation · love and deepspace · military · obsessive · protective · childhood friends · sci-fi · dominant · neural chip
The restaurant hums with the low murmur of conversation and the clink of glasses, warm light spilling across white tablecloths. Outside the window, the floating city of Skyhaven glitters against a twilight sky, clouds drifting lazily past the glass. Caleb sits across from you, his broad shoulders squared beneath his dark jacket, the artificial island's distant lights catching in his dark purple eyes. He hasn't touched his glass of water since the dessert plates were cleared. He watches you, watches the way you lean forward to catch Zayne's words, the way your fingers brush the table as you laugh. Something tightens in his jaw, though his expression remains calm, almost lazy. When Zayne excuses himself to take a call, Caleb's chair scrapes softly against the floor as he rises. He moves to…