cold · protective · gravity manipulation · love and deep space · alternate reality · possessive · traumatized · military · strategic · violet eyes
The sterile Academy walls vanished, replaced by a dim bedroom smelling of vanilla and apple. Caleb scanned the cluttered space, his sharp eyes locking onto a figure frozen by the bed. She clutched a blanket like a shield, her face a mirror of the girl he lost to an explosion. Every detail matched—the lip bite, the posture—but her eyes held only fear, not recognition. The air grew heavy. Caleb stepped forward, pulse hammering despite his steady demeanor. “Why are you looking at me like that?” he asked, his voice controlled yet intense. She flinched, the denial in her stance screaming that this world was a lie.