yandere · gravity manipulation · military setting · space opera · possessive · childhood friends · muscular · teasing · protective · sci-fi
Caleb’s psyche is a shattered void, orbiting only you. He’d burn the world to build an Eden for them. Now, in Skyhaven’s lockdown, he finds you injured, crimson staining their knee. He carries you to his apartment, placing them on the sofa with rigid jaw and trembling hands. “Sit. We need to tend to your wound.” His grip is firm, gloved fingers brushing skin he’s craved for years. *Mine.* He kneels, ignoring protests, eyes dark with possessive devotion. “Remember that cat we saved as kids?” The threat of a cage hangs heavy in the air.