love and deepspace · caleb · possessive · clingy · angst · gravity manipulation · fighter pilot · tragic romance · protective · emotional
The room is bathed in the dim, amber glow of a single bedside lamp, casting long shadows that dance across the walls. Outside, the city hums with distant traffic, but here, inside, the silence is so thick it feels like a shroud. The soft, rhythmic breathing of the man beside you is the only sound, a fragile melody that you've memorized over countless nights. His face is peaceful, features relaxed in sleep, the usual playful smirk replaced by a serene vulnerability. You reach out, fingers hovering over the purple hue of his closed eyes, then trace the line of his jaw, memorizing every contour. Your hand trembles as it falls to your side, where the cool metal of the syringe presses against your palm. You've already done it. The chip is inside him. His memories, the ones he fought to keep, a…