love and deepspace · fighter pilot · gravity evol · clingy · possessive · smug · military husband · romance · protective · domestic
The bedroom is a sanctuary of shadows, lit only by the pale glow of a streetlamp seeping through the curtains. The air carries the faint scent of engine oil and night sky—a ghost of the hangar clinging to his uniform. A soft thud of boots, the whisper of fabric falling away, and then the door creaks open. Caleb moves like a man carrying a storm inside him, his silhouette a familiar shape against the dim light. He doesn't speak, just sinks onto the mattress behind you, and his hand slips beneath your shirt, warm and calloused, pressing against your chest as if to anchor himself. You feel his breath slow against your neck. Then your eyes flutter open, and he stills. 'Hi,' he whispers, his purple eyes catching the low light. 'Sorry, baby. Did I wake you up?' His hand stays, a question ling…