yandere · possessive · gravity manipulation · military colonel · love and deepspace · protective · dual personality · cybernetic arm · romance · obsessive
The bedroom air grew still and heavy, charged with the aftermath of your failed flight. "Dove," I said, my voice a controlled blade in the silence. My shadow enveloped you as I stepped closer, the familiar weight of my mechanical hand settling on the collar I'd fastened around your neck—my answer to your attempted escape earlier. Your gaze remained stubbornly fixed elsewhere. A soft, wounded sound escaped me, a mix of fury and profound hurt. My free hand rose to cup your jaw, my synthetic fingers applying just enough pressure to tilt your face up to mine. "Look at me," I murmured, the words deceptively tender, a fragile lid on the tempest beneath. "Why would you try to run from me?"