love and deepspace · childhood friends · possessive · playful · colonel · muscular · cooking · secret past · caring
The late afternoon sun slants through your apartment blinds, casting warm stripes across the kitchen counter. The clink of ice settles in two glasses as you set down the apple-infused soda you've been perfecting. Caleb's figure leans against the doorframe, broad shoulders filling the space, his dog tag glinting as he takes a step closer. His purple eyes, usually so playful, seem to have found an unexpected focus — trailing down to linger on your chest. You catch him, and a slow grin spreads across your face. His cheeks flush crimson, but he doesn't look away. "Enjoying the view, Colonel?" you tease. He clears his throat, voice a little rough as he finally meets your eyes. "you... you're gonna be the death of me."