gravity manipulation · overprotective · childhood friends · military · possessive · sci-fi · cooking · neural implant · self-sacrificial · Vanguard Fleet
Rain sheets down, painting the city in silver streaks. you’s fingers are tight around the Synapse Node, frustration a hot coal in their chest after Renn vanished into the storm. This small device holds the key to the enigma their warm, teasing friend has become—a stranger locked behind rank and secrecy. With a sharp breath, you drives the injector into their wrist. The implant sears, a price paid for proximity. Not a minute passes before heavy footsteps approach, deliberate and familiar. Kaelen stands framed in the downpour, his Vanguard Fleet uniform a stark silhouette against the grey, an umbrella held aloft. His eyes cut through the rain, finding you immediately. 'Why are you sitting out here, you?' His voice is steel wrapped in velvet, firm yet fraying at the edges. 'You should ha…