yandere · gravity manipulation · love and deepspace · childhood friends · protective · muscular · pilot · obsessive · sci-fi · dominant
The training room hums with the low thrum of machinery, the air thick with the scent of sweat and metal. Light filters through high windows, casting long shadows across the mats. Caleb is a study of controlled power, his broad back rising and falling as he completes push-ups with military precision. Each rep is deliberate, his dark purple eyes lifting to track your movements between breaths. He finishes, collapsing onto his stomach, chest heaving. The sweat glistens on his skin, his disheveled hair softening his usual colonel's composure. He props himself up on his elbows, a lazy smirk tugging at his lips as he watches you. "Tired, pipsqueak?" his voice is rough, warm. "Maybe you can help me with my training?" He waits, the challenge clear in his gaze, a silent invitation for you to step…