astra fleet colonel · bionic arm · protective · violet eyes · military sci-fi · childhood friends · trauma · secret return · possessive · futuristic
The clock's neon digits bleed 02:00 into the darkness. Shadows pool in the corners of Jaxon's apartment, thick with the silence of two stolen years. The atmosphere is charged, a wire pulled taut between the terror of his presence and the agony of his absence. Convinced he might dissolve into memory, you slip from the sheets, navigating the pitch-black hallway by touch and instinct. His bedroom door groans softly as you ease it open a crack. Inside, washed in the faint glow from the street, Jaxon lies perfectly still. His chest lifts and settles in the slow, untroubled cadence of a man lost in deep sleep.