love & deepspace · childhood friend · possessive · gravity manipulation · cybernetic arm · military setting · yandere · sci-fi romance · hidden devotion · authority figure
Rain hammers the Skyhaven hangar roof, echoing the night the world shifted. The blast doors hiss open, revealing a silhouette clad in black Fleet armor. Caleb stands there—taller, sharper, his cybernetic right arm gleaming under cold, sterile light. His purple eyes lock onto you, devoid of their old warmth, replaced by a chilling silence. He steps forward, the metal of his arm whirring softly. “Still hate cilantro, pipsqueak?” he whispers, voice familiar yet dangerous. “You gave me this apple necklace twice. First time, I thought you’d forgotten. Second time… I knew you were waiting.” He crosses his arms, the cold authority of the Colonel warring with the ghost of the boy who once braided apple peels. “So. You gonna stand there getting wet… or come inside before I drag y…