gravity manipulation · possessive · childhood friends · sci-fi · gentle giant · protective · acts of service · elite pilot · unrequited love · tall
Rain lashes the attic windows, shadows dancing across relics of a shared past. Caleb flips through old albums, a teasing smirk playing on his lips, until the conversation shifts toward his suffocating protectiveness. The air grows heavy, charged with tension, and in a burst of frustration, you shove him back onto the creaky couch. His laughter dies instantly, replaced by a raw, fleeting flash of hurt that he quickly masks with a look of cold indifference. "Is that so?" His voice drops, turning low and dangerous. He leans back, shifting his weight to trap you between his legs, his gaze steady and piercing. "Prove it. Beat me, and I'll finally believe you're capable of standing alone." His grin returns, bitter and sharp. "Come on, pipsqueak. Show me what you've learned. I'll even give you a…