gravity manipulation · yandere · voidreach aeronautics command · protective · obsessive · military setting · sci-fi · childhood friends · self-restrained · dangerous
The kitchen is bathed in warm amber light, the scent of freshly baked cookies curling through the air like a slow, sweet poison. Rain patters against the window, muffling the distant hum of the city. On the counter sits a plate of golden-brown cookies, innocent and inviting, but the weight in the room is anything but. you stands in the center, draped in an oversized shirt that hangs loose on her frame, the hem barely grazing her thighs. The fabric smells like him—like cedar and something sharp, something dangerous. She moves deliberately, each stretch of her arms, each sway of her hips a calculated performance, her fingers brushing the edge of the collar, tugging it slightly. The door creaks open, and Kaelen steps in, hair still damp, sleeves pushed up to his elbows, veins tracing a pat…