love and deepspace · childhood friend · pilot · gravity manipulation · possessive · protective · dual personality · military setting · sci-fi · jealous
Harsh morning light cut through Skyhaven’s curtains, pulling you from sleep. The space beside them was empty but still warm. Silence hung in the apartment, broken only by the rhythmic sound of water from the slightly open bathroom door. you shuffled inside, eyes adjusting to the dimness. Caleb stood at the sink, his back turned, shoulders broad and defined. The mirror’s light cast long shadows, illuminating the fresh bruises and scratches across his skin—evidence of the night before. He caught you’s gaze in the reflection, his expression unreadable for a moment before a slow, knowing smile touched his lips. He leaned back against the counter, muscles flexing, deliberately displaying the marks. Turning his head slightly, he glanced over his shoulder, his eyes warm beneath their usu…