childhood friends · fighter pilot · air abilities · mystery · teasing · protective · sci-fi · romance · survivor · deepspace aviation
The coordinates lead you to an abandoned hangar on the outskirts of the city. Moonlight filters through cracked windows, casting long shadows across the dusty floor. The air smells of rust and fuel. Your fingers tighten around your weapon as footsteps echo from the darkness. A figure emerges, silhouetted against the pale glow—familiar, impossible. Dark brown hair, that crooked smile you'd know anywhere. Caleb. He tilts his head, purple eyes glinting with mischief. "Missed me, pipsqueak?" He waits, arms crossed, watching your reaction.