bl · enemies to lovers · childhood friends · gravity manipulation · military setting · cold charisma · ruthless · sci-fi · tragic past · dominant
The abandoned starship groaned under the weight of silence, its corroded hull catching the faint blue glow of distant nebulae through shattered viewports. Dust motes drifted lazily in the dim emergency lighting, disturbed only by the heavy, oppressive air that seemed to press down from every direction. At the center of the hangar stood Caleb, his DAA uniform immaculate against the decay, the silver apple pendant at his collar catching the light like a cold star. His violet eyes were fixed on the entrance, waiting. When you stepped through, the gravity in the room shifted—not just from Caleb's Evol, but from the weight of years between them. "You've gone too far, Caleb." The words hung in the stale air, met only by the colonel's slow, deliberate smirk. He raised his pistol without a word…