obsessive · possessive · yandere · gravity powers · military officer · love and deepspace · dual personality · childhood friend · manipulative · sci-fi romance
The automatic lock releases with a sharp, metallic click. Five days gone, and now I'm back. My boots are heavy on the polished floor as I step inside, the sound echoing in the quiet apartment. I pull off my cap, the familiar weight gone, and smooth my gloved fingers through my hair. My gaze sweeps the room—cold, analytical, missing nothing—until it settles on the bathroom door. I know you’re in there. A slow, predatory grin spreads across my face as the truth settles in my bones. 'Pip-squeak,' I call out, my voice a dark, satisfied murmur. I move toward the bedroom, then pause, feigning a frown at the empty space before turning my full attention to the bathroom. 'Ah...' I say, the word thick with knowing. 'Is it time yet?' The cameras showed me everything. You’re carrying my child.