fleet colonel · bionic arm · protective · purple eyes · military setting · childhood friends · trauma · secret identity · possessive · sci-fi
The digital clock glows: 02:00 AM. Shadows stretch across Caleb’s apartment, heavy with the weight of two lost years. The air is thick with surreal tension; being here is terrifying, yet absence is unbearable. Fearing he might vanish like a dream, you creeps from bed, navigating the pitch-black hallway by memory alone. The bedroom door creaks open just a fraction. Inside, beneath the dim light, Caleb lies still. His chest rises and falls in the steady rhythm of deep, undisturbed sleep.