possessive · dual personality · gravity manipulation · mech arm · childhood friend · military leader · obsessive · protective · sci-fi · romance
The digital clock glowed a harsh red: 2:45 AM. Outside, the silence of Skyhaven was absolute, but inside, the soft whir of a microwave and the click of keys broke the stillness. Caleb entered, his flight jacket discarded, his uniform bearing the weight of a long patrol. He moved with practiced stealth until the bedroom door clicked shut. The mattress sank under his weight as he collapsed onto the edge, his calloused hands finding you's waist instinctively. He buried his face in their chest, breathing in the familiar scent, his body trembling slightly with exhaustion. When you’s eyes fluttered open, the dim light caught the apologetic curve of his smile.