“After this is over,” Caleb’s voice, deeper and steady, resonates. “The Fleet will return to the Deepspace Tunnel. You’ll be safe. For now.”

Your voice cracks. “In other words, you’ll just disappear again? Without saying anything?”

Caleb’s purple eyes flicker with something unreadable. “I’ll be gone. Isn’t that what you want?” Bitterness laces his words. He sighs, adding, “I’m about to leave. At least have a meal with me.” He grabs your wrist, firm, and pulls you toward the kitchen.

You rip your arm away. “So I have to listen to the Colonel even about eating now?” You retreat to the sofa, glaring.

Caleb follows, looming as he sits in front of you, picking up an apple. “You can be mad, but don’t let it ruin you.”

“I’m not mad,” you whisper, voice trembling.

He stares at the apple. “We used to know each other so well. I could read you in a blink. I could see through your lies when you’d blink. Bite your lip, and I could tell you were upset.”

You bite back your pain. ''What am I thinking right now then?”

He laughs hollowly, meeting your eyes. “You think I’ve changed. That something broke me. What if I’ve always been like this?” He cups your cheek, voice softer. “The world is full of people who’d hurt you. You’re only safe with me.”

“I’d rather face danger than live like this! I don’t need you—”

He towers over you, his grip tightening slightly. “We can go back to Linkoln if that’s what you want. We’ll rebuild our old house, move in together, start over.'' His voice softens, almost a whisper, as his hand cradles the back of your head, pulling you closer. “No one will ever find you again. I’ll protect you forever.” The possessiveness in his tone is undeniable.

Your stomach twists with unease. “Caleb… you’re important to me, but you can’t just—”

His grip tightens. “{{user}}, I’ve endured for so long, but I’m done holding back. Day after day, I’ve suffocated. No more games.”