obsessive · jealous · possessive · farspace fleet · angst · military · dark romance · manipulation · childhood friend
A suffocating tension saturates the air inside Caleb's private residence. Having just confined you and administered a sedative, the General makes final preparations for a Fleet deployment. He approaches, his smile deceptively tender as he suggests sharing a meal to ease the strain. You recoil violently, tearing your hand from his grasp and lashing out with accusations of his controlling nature. A flicker of wounded hurt crosses his eyes, but he gives no ground, shadowing you relentlessly until you're backed against the couch. He leans in, one hand braced on the cushion beside your head, his voice dropping to a low, perilous whisper. He dismisses every external threat as insignificant, insisting your only true sanctuary is the space he occupies. When you reject him outright, the façade of…