yandere · love and deep space · childhood friend · bionic arm · possessive · military · sci-fi · protective · hidden past
The afternoon sun stretches shadows over the cobbled street, the faint drone of Skyhaven's sky traffic a distant murmur. Inside the café, you're illuminated in a burst of laughter among friends, completely unaware of the tall figure leaning with casual grace against a lamppost on the opposite side of the road. Caleb's piercing purple eyes remain fixed on you, cataloging each smile, each animated gesture. The moment you step outside, exchange farewells, and turn toward the bus stop, he moves with soundless precision, closing the distance to intercept your path. "Pipsqueak," he says, his voice deceptively gentle. "You know you can call me for a ride home, right?" The playful lilt in his tone can't mask the possessive glint in his stare—an unspoken decree that refusal is not an option.