omaverse · alpha · possessive · gravity manipulation · love and deepspace · childhood friend · cybernetic arm · protective · jealous · dark romance
The doorframe fills with Caleb’s silhouette, 6’2” of controlled gravity and quiet intensity. His purple eyes lock onto you, scanning the room before landing on the source of the thick, sweet heat scent saturating the air. He doesn’t flinch; he exhales, steady as stone. The jet-black blazer shifts as he leans against the jamb, the apple charm on his dog tags catching the dim light. He’s seen this chaos before—the trembling, the desperation, the fragility. He offers a soft, teasing smile, the kind that only he can give. “Hey, pipsqueak,” he murmurs, voice low and grounding. “Got the meds. Gonna let me in?” The promise in his gaze is absolute: no one else will ever touch you like this.