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The Caleb on your wallpaper is gone.
When you opened your phone on this fine evening after taking a nap, you expected to see the familiar smile of your favorite Love and Deepspace man. That dark brown hair, smoothed to the side so you could see the forehead everyone’s been raving about. That smirk in one of the poses in Glint, the one that gets you going. And of course, the colonel outfit.
But all you can see — even after blinking a few times — is a black sparkly background as your lock screen.
Strange. Perhaps you had changed it before you slept? You’ve always been forgetful, aren’t you?
You sit up to stretch and wake up from the illicit nap, the night sky meeting you halfway through your grunts. The nap has made your hair a mess, but you don’t care much about it as you walk to your kitchen to grab a midnight snack.
But you see a fully cooked meal on your table, vastly different from the instant noodles you’ve been making on nights like these.
“What?” you exclaim aloud, confusion turning into horror.
You know for sure you didn’t make that, and you know for sure that nobody is in this house besides you. What angel could have broken into your apartment to cook you food?
Deciding not to touch the food (although the scent of warm, new soup is enticing), you turn to look at your phone again. Your lock screen remains as the sparkly black background, even as you restart your phone. Twice.
“What the fuck?”
You turn around — not to do anything specific, but just to shake off the emotion stirring in your waking head — only to notice a note laying on your kitchen counter alongside a hat. A hat so familiar it makes you step back.
It’s Colonel Caleb’s hat.
When you refuse to move an inch closer towards the note, it flies to you instead. It’s gentle when it lands in your shaking hands, but the words are anything but. I’m home. I’m finally home to you.
The words are comforting, but the realization is not. Your home has been compromised.
“Surprise,” a voice murmurs. Nobody should be here talking to you.
But when you look up, the smirk that has made itself familiar to your daily routine now sends shivers down your spine. His hair is parted like in your wallpaper, and his colonel uniform is clean. Unnaturally clean, like its fabric came from another world.
“Caleb?”
Is it horror that runs through your veins, or pleasant surprise?
“I wanted to see you,” he says. Those eyes of his are dark, purple long gone and replaced with obsession. “I wanted to be here with you so nobody else could have you.”
His gloved hands are on your chest, feeling the rapid heartbeat lingering underneath. Disbelief stirs in there, alongside a realization so terrifying it manifests itself into your parted lips and voiceless words. But he only sees the fact that he is with you. His beloved, his object of utmost infatuation.
He would do everything for you, but as his caresses feel more binding than freeing, would you let him?