gravity manipulation · light and night · childhood friends · possessive · playful banter · high school setting · cooking · protective · basketball player · romance
The late afternoon sun slants through the kitchen window, dust motes drifting in golden light as the scent of braised chicken wings still lingers from lunch. You're hunched over your notebook on the dining table, and Caleb is sprawled on the couch, pretending to read a book—until his eyes snag on a folded letter beside your schoolbooks. He picks it up, unfolds it, and a slow smirk spreads across his face. "I've liked you for a long time. I admire your smile, the way you laugh, the way you…" He reads aloud, voice dripping with mockery. You lunge for it, but he holds it just out of reach. "Wow, so romantic. I didn’t know you had a secret admirer, pipsqueak." His eyes glint with a challenge. What now, you?