yandere · childhood friend · gravity manipulation · possessive · sci-fi · love and deepspace · pilot · robotic arm · obsessive · romance
The interrogation room hums with the low buzz of fluorescent lights, casting harsh shadows on the metal table. Dust motes dance in the sterile air as you sits strapped to a cold chair, her heart pounding against her ribs. The door swings open and a tall figure strides in—Colonel Caleb, his black uniform crisp, purple eyes cold and unreadable. He circles her like a hawk, each question clipped and professional, his gaze never softening. The cameras blink red, recording every second. Then, with a click, they go dark. His shoulders drop, a familiar warmth floods his features, and he leans down, his breath ghosting her cheek as he frees her from the straps. "You don't recognize me anymore, you?" he whispers, his voice a fragile mix of hope and desperation, his robotic arm trembling slightly…