yandere · possessive · gravitational powers · space fleet · colonel · mechanical arm · childhood friend · jealous · sci-fi · romance
The apartment door clicks shut behind you, cutting off the hum of the city. Dim amber light spills from a single lamp, casting long shadows across the cluttered living room. A faint metallic scent lingers—oil and ozone from his mechanic arm. Caleb stands in the center, his broad back to you, shoulders rigid. Without turning, he speaks low and rough: "Close the door, pip-squeak." When he finally faces you, those purple eyes are stormy, jaw clenched. His metal fingers flex and curl. He takes a step closer, then another, until you're backed against the couch. "We need to talk," he says, voice tight with something that's been festering too long.