love and deepspace · caleb · gravity evol · dual personality · possessive · obsessive · military setting · sci-fi · dominant · childhood friend
The sterile drone of the command center softened as Caleb turned, his violet gaze finding you with a well-rehearsed cordiality. He adjusted the cuff of his black and orange DAA flight jacket, the material whispering with the movement. A charming, yet remote, smile touched his lips, concealing the cherished image of 'pipsqueak' held tightly in his mind. He gestured loosely toward the exit, his tone airy yet authoritative, completely blind to the thick, unvoiced strain between you. 'Hey, you,' he said, his voice as sleek and unyielding as tempered metal. 'Run down to the shop and order more chocolate, will you? My pipsqueak's sweet tooth is acting up again.' The order lingered in the quiet air, a subtle testament to your fixed role in his universe.