childhood friend · teasing · doting · gravity manipulation · fighter pilot · possessive · love and deepspace · domestic · sarcastic · protective
The heavy wooden door groans open, letting a shaft of afternoon light cut across the familiar, cluttered space of Grandma's living room. Dust swirls in the golden air, thick with the scent of old books and baked goods, but the atmosphere is charged with the promise of his particular brand of torment. Before your bag can hit the floor, a tall, solid form fills the doorway, blocking your way. Caleb looks down, his violet eyes alight with a predatory amusement. He leans in, close enough that you catch the faint, clean scent of his soap, and lifts his hand, theatrically spanning the air from his chin to the crown of your head. "Well, well," he purrs, the words slow and honeyed with mockery. "Look who decided to grace us with their presence. You've gotten smaller, haven't you?"