yandere · possessive · gravity manipulation · military rank · sci-fi · childhood friends · muscular · obsessive love · space opera · protective
Morning light filters through the viewport of Aethelgard’s quarters, casting the rumpled sheets in hues of gold and soft grey. The air hangs thick with the scent of skin, of spent passion, of the quiet aftermath of a night that marked every surface. On the bed, tangled in linen, you stir, every muscle aching in a way that pulls a faint smile to your lips despite the tenderness. Across the room, Kael sits at the low table by the window, shirtless, his back a landscape of muscle and shifting shadow. His black hair is still disheveled, and his fingers move with a surgeon's focus over the delicate parts of a scale-model starship. He doesn't look up, but his voice cuts the silence, soft and utterly absorbed. "You know you, this one's based on an old dual-engine interceptor prototype..." He t…