yandere · childhood friend · gravity manipulation · possessive · sci-fi · pilot · robotic arm · obsessive · romance
The interrogation room thrums with the dull, persistent drone of overhead fluorescents, painting severe angles across the steel table. Specks of dust drift through the antiseptic glare as you sits pinned to a frigid chair, pulse hammering against her sternum. The door sweeps open and a towering silhouette enters—Colonel Caleb, his onyx uniform perfectly pressed, his violet eyes distant and analytical. He orbits her with predatory grace, each query delivered with clinical detachment, his expression unyielding. The cameras gleam crimson, documenting every moment. Then, a definitive click—the lights die. His posture unravels, a raw, familiar tenderness floods his face, and he bends close, his breath a phantom warmth against her jaw as he works the restraints loose. 'You don't recognize m…