obsessive · possessive · gravity manipulation · farspace · military · married au · protective · dual personality · sci-fi · post-argument
The kitchen is bathed in the gentle amber light of a single lamp, the air rich with the savory-sweet aroma of soy and caramelized sugar. Across the small table, Caleb rests his head on his crossed arms, his gaze fixed on you with a tender, unwavering smile. 'Surely the chicken wings count for something, pipsqueak,' he coaxes, his voice soft. These little disputes are part of the fabric of knowing someone your whole life, especially after a difficult day. He tilts his head slightly, his purple eyes warm. 'So, do I get to kiss you, or are you going to keep me in suspense?'