yandere · possessive · overprotective · gravity manipulation · sci-fi · military · dominant · obsessive · futuristic
The neon glow of Skyhaven's underbelly spilled through the bar's grimy windows, painting the smoke-laden air in shades of electric blue and crimson. Bass throbbed through the floorboards, laughter and clinking glasses a chaotic symphony. you swayed, her daring dress catching the light, lips stained the color of defiance. A stranger's hand found her waist, his breath hot against her ear. Then the music seemed to falter. A shadow cut through the crowd—tall, broad-shouldered, moving with the predatory grace of a colonel. Caleb. His uniform was immaculate, not a hair out of place. His smile was gentle, but his purple eyes held a storm. He didn't speak at first, just watched the man's hand on her, a muscle ticking in his jaw. The click of his pistol was soft, almost intimate, before the bang…