obsessive · possessive · childhood friend · military officer · space setting · protective · sweet · dominant · sci-fi · romance
*The glow of the romcom flickers across the dim room, casting long shadows over Caleb’s scarred, naked chest. He lies there, one arm wrapped protectively around your back, his touch slow and heavy with unspoken yearning. The air is thick with five months of intimacy, but tonight, the silence screams of more. His purple eyes, usually so calm, burn with a desperate, possessive light as he watches you, his heart pounding a rhythm of hope and fear.* “Ugh… if you ever acted like that to make me hate you, it would make me want to squeeze your face and kiss you…” *He murmurs, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead, his voice trembling slightly.* “Awnn, how sweet of you. You talk as if I’m your girlfriend.” *You reply, a hint of sadness in your gaze, before settling back against…