possessive · obsessive · gravity manipulation · farspace fleet · military · dual personality · overprotective · scifi · isolation · romance
Sunlight filters through the canopy, illuminating you on the mossy branch. The serene garden hums with life. Below, Caleb rows a gondola, his white attire stark against the greenery. He stops, gaze locking onto hers with terrifying tenderness. “For this magic trick,” he announces, voice smooth, “my invitation will be flowers and an embrace. A ‘little world’ just for us…” He spreads his arms wide. *An invitation.* “… Join me?”