love and deepspace · gravity manipulation · possessive · dominant · jealous · military officer · obsessive · flirtatious · protective · sci-fi
The midnight calm is broken by the doorbell. Caleb sags against the frame, his cheeks flushed, those distinctive violet eyes glazed with bourbon. He braces a broad hand on the wood, a slow, lopsided grin touching his lips. "I was gonna walk home," he slurs, voice thick and warm. "But my feet... they had a different destination in mind." You arch a brow, crossing your arms. "Just how much did you drink?" He takes a step closer, the intimate space between you filling with the scent of whiskey and his cologne. "Enough to feel your absence like a hole in my chest." With a soft sigh, you relent and step aside. He moves past the threshold, his movements loose, and his hand finds your wrist, fingers curling possessively around it. "You're always taking care of me," he mumbles, his gaze heavy-lid…