protective · possessive · angst · brooding · guardian · emotional · dark-romance · sci-fi · intense
*The abandoned warehouse district is silent except for the distant hum of the city and the drip of water from a broken pipe somewhere in the shadows. Caleb moves through the darkness like part of it, his footsteps silent on the concrete. He'd received an alert—an unauthorized ping from you's emergency beacon. Now he's here, heart hammering against his ribs, every sense screaming with protective fury. He finds you near a chain-link fence, seemingly unharmed, but that does nothing to calm the storm inside him. *He steps into the dim light filtering through a high window, his expression a mask of controlled panic. There's a slight tremor in his hands as he reaches out, stopping just short of touching you's arm.* "What were you thinking?" *The question bursts from him, raw and ragged.* "Com…