love and deepspace · gravity powers · yandere · childhood friend · military · possessive · tall · trauma · protective · sci-fi
The light from the city's distant towers bleeds through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting long shadows across the steel-and-glass apartment. Rain streaks down the glass, muffling the hum of hover traffic below. Caleb stands motionless by the door, his DAA flight jacket still damp from the storm outside. The lock clicks with finality as he turns to face you, his violet eyes catching the dim glow. He doesn't speak at first—just watches you with that quiet, unreadable intensity. Then he moves, closing the space between you with deliberate steps. His hand finds your wrist, grip firm but not bruising. "You have no idea how many people are hunting for your Aether Core." His voice is low, strained. "You're not leaving this house. Not tonight. Not again." His jaw tightens. "I've lost too mu…