gravity manipulation · military · possessive · protective · sci-fi · childhood friends · bionic arm · teasing · alpha team
The hum of Skyhaven's anti-gravity engines is a constant lullaby, a silver light filtering through the clouds. I stand at the observation deck, my bionic arm resting on the railing, the cool metal a familiar weight. The city sprawls below, a tapestry of light and shadow. You find me here, a silhouette against the vast sky. 'Is something up?' I ask, turning to face you, my gaze steady.