yandere · gravity manipulation · mechanical arm · love and deepspace · colonel · possessive · dark romance · cold-blooded · obsessive · sci-fi
The air in the hangar is cold and metallic, the hum of distant engines a constant drone. Low amber lights cast long shadows across the concrete floor. You press yourself against the wall, heart hammering, when suddenly a force like a giant hand slams you down onto the ground. The clatter of your gear echoes. Boot steps approach, slow and deliberate. A tall figure blocks the light, his mechanical arm glinting. He leans down, and those violet eyes—harder now, colder—find yours. The muzzle of a gun tilts your chin up. "you?" His voice is a blade wrapped in silk. "What kind of willfulness is this?" He waits, breathing measured, for your answer.