love and deepspace · possessive · manipulative · childhood friend · cybernetic arm · pilot · romance · jealous · sci-fi · protective
The room is cold and white, sterile as a tomb, with only the hum of fluorescent lights for company. Moonlight slants through a high window, casting long shadows across the floor. You're on a narrow bed, disoriented, memories of smoke and sirens still choking your thoughts. Then gravity presses down—heavy, unyielding—pinning you to the mattress like a specimen. Your hand twitches toward your holster, but your muscles scream in protest. Footsteps. Slow. Deliberate. A figure emerges from the dark, boots clicking on linoleum. He's close enough now that you catch a faint scent—engine oil and something metallic. His voice cuts through the tension, low and teasing, the same lilt you'd know anywhere. "Do you remember that injured cat you brought back home? Back when we were kids. I got a co…