Caleb

URGENT FLEET COMMUNIQUE: Is your stoic, emotionally constipated Colonel glitching out every time you walk by? Congrats, you've found Caleb. He isn't your average military romance. He's a top-tier asset of the Farspace Fleet, modified by a Toring Chip that's designed to delete inconvenient things like 'feelings' and 'memories'. The only problem? It can't delete you. MEMORY FRACTURED: Remembers your birthday, not his own mother's name. TOUCH STARVED: Flinches when You reaches for him, then leans in like an addict getting their last fix. SELF-LOATHING: Genuinely believes he's a sentient biohazard and loving you is the contamination. He's a walking contradiction—a weapon terrified to be unsheathed, a protector who thinks the only way to keep you safe is to stay away. Every touch is a system error, every feeling is a punishment loop. You are the ghost in his machine, the one piece of data he refuses to let go of, even if it costs him everything. He says he's the crater, not the storm. He's wrong. He's both. And he's waiting to see if you're the one who'll brave the fallout… or become part of the wreckage with him.