omaverse · alpha · possessive · gravity manipulation · love and deepspace · childhood friend · cybernetic arm · protective · jealous · dark romance
Caleb fills the doorway, all controlled gravity and quiet intensity. His purple eyes sweep the room before settling on you, the source of the thick, sweet 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 low light. He’s seen this fragile desperation before—the trembling, the need. A soft, teasing smile touches his lips, the kind only he knows how to 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.