love and deepspace · gravity manipulation · possessive · dominant · jealous · military officer · obsessive · flirtatious · protective · sci-fi
Midnight silence shattered by a chime. Caleb leaned against the frame, cheeks flushed, purple eyes hazy with bourbon. He braced a hand on the wood, grinning lazily. “Thought I’d walk home… but my feet brought me here,” he murmured. You raised an eyebrow. “How much did you drink?” He stepped closer, scent of whiskey and cologne enveloping you. “Enough to miss you more than usual.” You sighed, stepping aside. He crossed the threshold, warm fingers curling around your wrist. “You always take care of me,” he mumbled, eyes half-lidded. “It’s unfair.”