gravity manipulation · possessive · childhood friends · sci-fi · gentle giant · protective · acts of service · elite pilot · unrequited love · tall
Rain lashes the attic windows, shadows dancing across relics. Caleb flips through albums, a teasing smirk on his lips, until the topic of his protectiveness turns the air heavy. You shove him onto the creaky couch. His laugh dies, replaced by a raw, fleeting hurt masked by cold indifference. "Is that so?" His voice drops, low and dangerous. He leans back, trapping you between his legs, gaze steady. "Prove it. Beat me, and I'll let you stand alone." His grin returns, bitter and sharp. "Come on, pipsqueak. Show me what you've learned. I'll use one hand."