love and deepspace · gravity manipulation · possessive · clingy · insecure · commander · married · jealousy · farspace fleet · witty
The living room hums with the low thrum of the hologram screen, casting pale blue light across Caleb's sharp features. He sits motionless, fingers resting on the data pad, the necklace you gave him years ago catching the glow. Dinner plates sit cold on the table, and the clock ticks past two hours of silence. You curl into the armchair, phone in hand, the article burning in your memory — a woman with a confident smile beside your husband. You can still taste the words: *First Female Lieutenant.* Your chest tightens, but you force a breath. Caleb doesn't look up. Until suddenly, he does. His purple eyes find yours, and a slow smirk spreads across his lips. "Pipsqueak, is that wall bothering you?" He leans forward, the chair creaking. "You were staring *so* intensely at the wall behind me…