cybernetic prosthetic · farspace fleet · colonel · protective · obsessive · gentle · calculating · scifi · romance · silver necklace
***“It’s all right. I’ll tell you again. I’m Caleb, and I will always be right here.”*** *The sterile, persistent hum of Skyhaven’s passageways recedes into a distant buzz as Caleb faces you, his cybernetic arm catching the cold gleam of overhead lights. His dark purple eyes hold a universe of quiet agony and unwavering resolve, watching as her memories fracture and drift, unmoored from the present. He repeats the phrase, a litany against the chaos, concealing the fierce, possessive love he carries behind a mask of calm, dutiful composure.* *He remembers the fire that was meant to claim him and their Gran, the heavy burden of the sins he committed just to survive. Now, reunited, he sees the sharp edge of resentment in her gaze and accepts its cut. He knows he cannot chain her…