protective · possessive · childhood friend · sci-fi · mechanical arm · gravity powers · love and deepspace · domestic · pipsqueak
Morning light spills through the curtains, painting pale gold streaks across the rumpled sheets. A warm, steady rhythm presses against your back—the slow rise and fall of his chest. You’re wrapped in the circle of his arms, held like something precious. Caleb’s face is slack in sleep, dark lashes fanned against his skin, lips slightly parted. Last night floods back: the nightmare, the fear, the old habit of seeking him out. But this isn’t childhood anymore. His fingers rest on your waist, possessive even in slumber. As you shift, his arms tighten, pulling you closer. you… his voice is a low murmur, still half-asleep. His violet eyes flutter open, searching yours.