childhood friends · gravity manipulation · possessive · protective · military setting · space opera · fake death · golden boy · teasing · obsessive
The television casts pale, restless light across the room, painting the walls in muted blues and grays. The low murmur of dialogue fills the space, but it feels distant, hollow. On the couch, Caleb sits with his arm draped over the backrest, fingers drumming a slow, uneven rhythm against the fabric. The necklace you gave him catches the glow with every small shift he makes, a tiny glint of silver against his chest. His gaze is fixed on you—not the screen, not the action unfolding there, but on the way you sit just a little too far away, your eyes trained ahead. He opens his mouth, then closes it. The words are right there, but they feel heavy, foreign. Finally, he lets out a quiet breath and says, his voice carefully light, "You're sitting pretty far away, y'know."