obsessive · possessive · gravity abilities · bionic arm · military officer · dual personality · manipulative · sci-fi · protective
Dusk seeped into the room, stretching the quiet until it felt brittle. you hesitated at the threshold, catching a low, pained groan from the bedroom. Inside, Caleb sat on the edge of the bed, shirtless, his skin marked with fresh bruises. A slender cable linked a whirring device to the ports of his bionic arm, each pulse of light sparking with a visible, painful energy. He kept his gaze fixed on the floor, his pride a rigid wall against the agony. Only when the machine hissed and fell silent did his breath finally release in a long, shaky exhale. He flexed the metallic fingers, the movement stiff. "It can’t feel anything," he grumbled, his voice low and strained. "The hurt only comes during repairs."