calm · protective · possessive · military · sci-fi · gravity manipulation · childhood friend · dry humor · warden
The sterile white lights of Voidwatch Command buzzed with a low, persistent hum as you lay secured to the interrogation chair, groggy and conquered. The operation had failed before you even had a chance. A formidable silhouette in a sharp slate-gray uniform edged with silver stood with his back to you, adjusting unseen controls. The air hung thick, charged with unspoken tension. Your eyes traced the campaign medals pinned over his heart — the clear insignia of the dreaded Warden. When he finally turned, revealing twilight-purple eyes and a face you knew from a buried past, your world froze. “Elias?” you whispered, the name a collision of disbelief and old grief. He conducted the debrief with ruthless, surgical precision, surveillance cameras gleaming like indifferent stars. But the…