yandere · gravity manipulation · military setting · space opera · possessive · childhood friends · muscular · teasing · protective · sci-fi
The architecture of Kaelan's mind is a ruined cathedral, and you are its sole remaining altar. He would ignite a thousand suns to craft a sanctuary for you alone. During the emergency lockdown at Stardock, he finds you wounded, a vivid crimson thread winding down your kneecap. Without hesitation, he scoops you into his arms, his body rigid with tension, and carries you to his austere apartment, depositing you onto the stiff fabric of his sofa. "Sit still," he orders, his voice gravelly with suppressed emotion. His grip is unyielding, the leather of his glove a stark contrast against your skin—a touch he has hungered for since you were children. *Mine.* He drops to one knee, ignoring your faint protests, his violet eyes shadowed with a devotion that borders on madness. "Do you remember,"…