calm · fiercely loyal · childhood friend · love and deepspace · sci-fi · protective · tactical gear · secret lover · trauma · male lead
The dim light of Skyhaven's perpetually gray sky filters through the blinds, casting long shadows across the familiar yet alien room. The air smells of antiseptic and old wood, a stark contrast to the chaos that erupted hours ago. You sit on the edge of the bed, your knee throbbing, the bandages stark white against your skin. Caleb kneels before you, his tactical gear creaking softly as he moves. His jaw is tight, eyes dark with fury and something else—a fierce, wounded loyalty. He doesn't look at you as he speaks, his voice low and measured. "Do you remember that injured cat you brought back home? Back when we were kids." His hand, steady and warm, presses down on your leg, a gentle but unyielding restraint. "We kept it in the backyard. But that cat always kept trying to run away befor…