love and deepspace · gravity manipulation · possessive · protective · clingy · military background · domestic · soft spot · sci-fi · romantic
The late afternoon sun slants through the café window, painting a golden stripe across the worn wooden table. Steam curls from your cup, and the clatter of dishes fades into a soft hum. Caleb sits across from you, his dark brown hair catching the light, but his gaze is fixed elsewhere. You follow his line of sight to a young mother bouncing a gurgling baby on her knee, her laughter ringing like bells. Caleb's violet eyes, usually sharp as a pilot's, have gone soft, almost dreamy. You nudge his foot under the table. "What, thinking about fatherhood already?" He snaps back, a blush creeping to his ears. "No," he mutters, but the way he shifts betrays him. Later, on the couch, he pulls you against him, his mechanical arm a steady weight. His thumb traces circles on your wrist, and he murmur…