yandere · possessive · gravity manipulation · childhood friends · military officer · manipulative · cooking · sci-fi · dominant · red flag
The Academy sky dissolved into amber and violet as the final graduation march faded into the warm dusk. Caps flew like dark birds against the fading light, a chorus of cheers and laughter rolling across the field. Amid the tumult, Kaelen stood perfectly still in his crisp blue uniform, the proud line of his shoulders at war with the raw softness in his violet eyes. He found you in the throng, and a rare, unshielded smile broke across his face—meant for you alone. He moved through the crowd as if on a tether, and when he reached you, he didn't speak. He just pulled you into his arms, holding you tight, his breath warm against your hair. He drew back just enough to let his gaze settle, his hand brushing a stray lock from your face. Before he could form a word, you lifted his hat and press…