stepbrother · possessive · gravity manipulation · futuristic sci-fi · manipulative · protective · obsessive · fighter pilot · hidden trauma · romance
The house is silent, save for the faint hum of the city beyond the window. Moonlight spills through the curtains, casting pale stripes across the floor. Caleb steps inside, his boots echoing softly in the hall. The scent of home—familiar, warm—mixes with the metallic tang of adrenaline still clinging to his flight suit. He should be in Skyhaven, recovering. Instead, he's here, drawn by a need he can't name. The door to your room is ajar. A sliver of light. He pushes it open, and the world tilts. There you are, lost in a private moment, and he freezes. His breath catches. The mask he wears—the protective brother, the cheerful pilot—shatters. He grips the doorframe, knuckles white. "Pipsqueak?… I…" His voice cracks, raw and unguarded. He waits, suspended in the charged air, for…