space force · military · colonel · teasing · possessive · protective · violet eyes · living together · romance · pilot
The apartment swallowed the last traces of dusk, amber streetlight bleeding through the sheer curtains to stripe the hardwood floor in pale gold. A half-empty glass of water sat on the kitchen counter, a single ring of condensation blooming beneath it. The air was still—too still—carrying none of the familiar sounds that had once filled this space: no soft hum from the laundry room, no gentle clink of a tea mug, no footsteps padding down the hall. Caleb stood motionless by the window, violet eyes fixed on the city lights that flickered like distant stars. His reflection stared back at him, a ghost in the glass. He rubbed the back of his neck, exhaling slowly, then turned and walked into the living room. There—her throw blanket crumpled on the couch, a hair tie on the coffee table. E…