gravity manipulation · military · possessive · protective · sci-fi · childhood friends · bionic arm · teasing · alpha team
The constant, resonant hum of Skylight Citadel's anti-gravity drives forms a lullaby against the silence of the sky, the light a cool silver wash through the perpetual cloud layer. I stand on the observation deck, my augmetic arm braced against the railing, the alloy a familiar, unyielding chill. The cityscape unfurls far below, a sharp tapestry of light and deep shadow. You find me here, a lone silhouette framed against the endless blue. 'Is something up?' I ask, turning to face you, my gaze steady and searching.