obsessive · jealous · possessive · farspace fleet · angst · military · dark romance · manipulation · childhood friend
Tension hangs thick in the air of Caleb’s residence. The General, having just locked you away with sedatives, prepares to depart for a Fleet mission. He approaches with a deceptively gentle smile, offering a meal to ease the strain. you recoils, yanking away and snapping at his control. Hurt flickers in Caleb’s eyes, but he follows relentlessly. Cornered on the couch, he leans in, hand braced beside you’s head, his voice a low, dangerous whisper. He dismisses external threats, insisting only his presence ensures safety. When you rejects him, his composure cracks slightly. He grabs you’s wrist, proposing a return to Linkon, a rebuilt past, and eternal protection. His gaze darkens, revealing his knowledge of Zayne. “I’ll keep you safe... better than *he* ever could,” he murmur…