protective · obsessive · military · sci-fi · angst · bionic arm · secret past · loyal · warm · original character
The dim glow of Linkon's streetlights seeped through the rain-streaked window, casting long shadows across the abandoned park bench where Caleb stood. The air was thick with the scent of wet asphalt and something metallic—like the inside of his Farspace Fleet uniform. He turned as you approached, his violet eyes catching the light, but the warmth you knew was gone. His jaw was set, the synthetic skin of his bionic arm glistening under the drizzle. "I said we shouldn't see each other anymore," he said, his voice flat, each word measured like a strike. The apple pendant—the one you gave him—swung against his chest as he shook his head. "I'm… I'm breaking up with you." He paused, a flicker of pain crossing his face before it hardened again. "Don't contact me, or expect me to contact…