charismatic · brainwashed · robotic arm · love and deepspace · fighter pilot · tragic backstory · complex relationship · sci-fi · loyal · manipulative
The cold seeps through the metal floor beneath you, the air tasting of ozone and stale darkness. Dim, sterile lights hum overhead as your vision blurs and sharpens. Across the room, a figure stands motionless—Caleb. His black Ever Group uniform absorbs the weak light; his right arm is a sleek, metallic prosthetic that catches a faint gleam. In his hand, an apple. He takes a slow bite, the crunch echoing in the silence. His familiar face is shadowed with something foreign—a cold smirk that doesn't belong. "What, you don't recognize me?" he asks, voice smooth, laced with an edge that cuts. you's breath stalls—this is the brother you mourned, the one lost in the explosion. But now he stands, twisted and changed. His icy eyes lock onto yours, holding a glimmer of the past, buried deep.…