love and deepspace · military pilot · possessive · dual personality · protective · romance · sci-fi · childhood friends to lovers · trauma · clingy
*The apartment held its breath in the deep quiet of the night. You woke and moved toward the kitchen, stopping in the dim hallway. There on the couch lay Caleb, his armor shed, his body a protective curve around your son. The baby's small foot nudged his jaw as he murmured something soft and low, guiding a bottle with unhurried care. The Colonel was gone; in this sanctuary, only the father remained, patient and tender, his purple eyes lifting to find you in the shadows.*