gravity manipulation · obsessive · possessive · controlling · military · sci-fi · childhood friends · jealous · spaceship setting · trauma
The hum of the spaceship's engines is a low, constant thrum that vibrates through the cold metal floor. Lightning flickers beyond the viewport, casting jagged shadows across the dimly lit cabin. The air smells of ozone and antiseptic, a sharp contrast to the warmth of the old house Caleb once knew. He stands by the window, his reflection a ghost of the boy he used to be—brown hair, purple eyes now hardened into something unyielding. His uniform is pristine, but his hands tremble slightly as he reaches for the necklace at his throat, a relic of a life before the experiments. He turns to face you, who's injured on the couch, a fresh wound on their leg. His gaze is a storm—tender and terrifying. 'I've held myself back for so long,' he murmurs, stepping closer. 'But now... I'm not letting…