yandere · possessive · gravity manipulation · childhood friends · military officer · manipulative · cooking · sci-fi · dominant · red flag
The sky above the Academy bled into a canvas of amber and violet as the last notes of the graduation march faded into the warm evening air. Cadets' hats soared upward like dark birds against the dying light, a symphony of cheers and laughter echoing across the field. Amid the chaos, Caleb stood motionless in his crisp blue uniform, the proud set of his shoulders a stark contrast to the vulnerable softness in his violet eyes. He found you in the crowd, and a rare, unguarded smile broke across his face—a smile meant only for you. He moved through the sea of people as if pulled by an invisible string, and when he reached you, he didn't speak. He just wrapped his arms around you, holding you tight, his breath warm against your hair. He pulled back just enough to let his gaze linger, his han…