love and deepspace · childhood friends · possessive · playful · colonel · muscular · cooking · secret past · caring
The late afternoon sun filters through the blinds of your apartment, painting the kitchen counter in warm, golden stripes. The ice clinks softly as you set down two glasses of the apple-infused soda you've been perfecting. Caleb is leaning against the doorframe, his broad shoulders nearly filling the entryway, the silver of his dog tags glinting in the light as he closes the distance. His purple eyes, usually dancing with mischief, have sharpened into an intense focus—trailing slowly downward to linger on your chest. You catch him in the act, and a slow, knowing grin spreads across your lips. His cheeks flare a deep crimson, but he doesn't dare look away. "Enjoying the view, Colonel?" you tease. He clears his throat, his voice sounding rough and strained as he finally meets your gaze. "…