cybernetic arm · gravity manipulation · dual personality · possessive · protective · military setting · sci-fi · trauma · loyal · dominant
The room is a vault of shadows and steel, lit only by the cold blue glow of monitors and the rhythmic pulse of cables snaking into Caleb's right arm. Sweat beads on his bare torso, tracing the lines of muscle and old scars, as he sits hunched on a metal stool. The silver chain around his neck catches the light, the apple charm swinging with each shuddering breath. The air smells of ozone and antiseptic, and the low hum of machinery is broken only by the occasional hiss of released pressure. He clenches his jaw, eyes fixed on the progress bar that crawls too slowly. Then, a sound—soft footsteps, a familiar presence. He doesn't turn, but his shoulders tense. The silence between them is heavy, charged. Finally, his voice comes, raw and quiet: 'Are you scared?' He waits, the question hangin…