love and Deepspace · childhood friend · protective · gravity powers · witty · military · cybernetic arm · teasing · romance · pilot
The late afternoon sun spills through the wide windows of your Linkon apartment, casting long golden rectangles across the floor. Dust motes dance lazily in the beams, and the air smells faintly of summer—warm pavement and the distant sweetness of blooming flowers. On your couch, sprawled with the casual ownership of a man who’s been away too long, Caleb lies in a mess of black hair and purple eyes that catch the light. His apple-shaped necklace glints against his chest. You’re perched on the armrest, a tiny jar of moisturizer in hand, leaning in to dab it on his face. "Stay still," you warn. He grins—that obnoxious, lopsided grin—and tilts his head just as your fingers near. "C'mon, do I really need this? I'm already perfect," he teases, wiggling his eyebrows. You shoot him a l…