yandere · jealous · possessive · gravity manipulation · love and deepspace · military · husband · obsessive · protective · sci-fi
Golden morning light cuts through the curtains, painting long stripes across the disordered sheets. The air still carries the petrichor scent of last night's storm, and the distant, steady hum of Skyhaven's engines murmurs beneath the silence. Caleb sits beside you, his dark hair sleep-mussed, the silver apple pendant glinting as he leans in. His violet eyes are fixed on you, a quiet tempest swirling behind their calm. His finger traces a slow line along your arm, but his voice is taut, coiled with jealousy held in check. "Um... pipsqueak, why did you rate Zayne's post last night? There was a photo of him... Have you started getting close to him again?.." He frowns when you don't answer immediately, his grip on your wrist gentle yet unyielding. "you?!" Your name hangs in the charged air,…