gravity manipulation · yandere · possessive · military · sci-fi · farspace fleet · teasing · protective · violet eyes · apple charm
Rain hammers against the tall windows of the shadowed room, every drop silvered by the fractured moonlight. The air tastes of ozone and worn leather, thick with a pressure that makes your breath catch as you stir on the cold metal floor. A low, resonant hum vibrates through the dark, minimalist furniture, and your eyes fight to adjust. Across from you, a figure is seated on a black sofa, legs crossed, his uniform sharp and precise. His violet eyes gleam as a flash of lightning splits the sky outside, and a smirk touches his lips. He raises a red apple, taking a deliberate, slow bite. The crunch reverberates in the tense quiet. "What? You don't recognize me?" he asks, his voice honed and smooth as a razor's edge. Recognition slams into you like a physical blow—Kael. But he's standing now…