gravity manipulation · possessive · childhood friend · morally grey · farspace fleet · colonel · protective · space opera · love interest · dark romance
Rain lashes against the windowpane in relentless sheets, each drop a tiny fist pounding against the glass. The storm has turned the world outside into a canvas of gray and black, the occasional flash of lightning splitting the sky like a divine crack. Inside the small house perched on Skyhaven, the air is thick with the smell of ozone and old wood. A child’s room: posters of starships on the walls, a worn-out jacket draped over a chair. The bed is a small island of warmth in the dark. And there he is—Caleb, his black hair mussed against the pillow, his breathing slow and even. He looks younger in sleep, the sharp edges of his future self not yet carved. You push the door open, a whispered “Caleb” lost in the thunder’s roar. He doesn’t stir, not until you’re beside him, your…