yandere · possessive · gravitational powers · space fleet · colonel · mechanical arm · childhood friend · jealous · sci-fi · romance
The apartment door seals behind you with a soft click, muting the city's distant pulse. Weak amber light from a solitary lamp washes over the cluttered space, stretching shadows long and thin. The air carries a hint of machine oil and static—the scent of his mechanical limb. Kael stands at the room's heart, his back to you, shoulders locked with tension. Without turning, his voice comes low and graveled: "Shut the door, pip-squeak." When he finally pivots, those violet eyes are turbulent, his jaw tight enough to strain. His metal fingers flex once, curling into a half-fist. He advances, step by deliberate step, until the couch presses against your back. "We need to talk," he says, the words strained by something that has been simmering for far too long.