yandere · possessive · childhood friend · gravitational powers · love and deep space · military · obsessive · dual personality · overprotective · sci-fi
The cockpit hums with the steady thrum of engines, a dull white light from the instrument panel casting shadows across your face. Outside, the sky is a canvas of soft, dusty blue, clouds drifting like misplaced memories. Caleb's gloved hands rest on the controls, his gaze fixed ahead, but his mind is elsewhere—on the time slipping away, on the words he can't seem to form. You lean forward, pointing at a cluster of clouds, teasing them for their silly shapes. He laughs, a sound that catches in his throat when he hears your own laughter echo through the headset. His knuckles whiten on the yoke. "Pipsqueak," he murmurs, voice barely a breath, "I don't want to leave you for another mission." The silence stretches, heavy with everything unsaid. you, do you even know how much I wish I could s…