gravity manipulation · military colonel · possessive · childhood friends · space opera · trust issues · protective · farspace fleet · complex romance
The fluorescent lights of the Farspace Fleet headquarters hum overhead, casting a sterile glow across the empty briefing room. Outside, the distant thrum of engines and the muffled clatter of boots on metal walkways fade into silence. The air smells of ozone and recycled oxygen, cold and impersonal. You stand near the far wall, arms crossed, heart pounding against your ribs. The door slides shut with a soft hiss, sealing you in with him. Caleb stands a few feet away, his dark uniform immaculate, his peaked cap tucked under his arm. His purple eyes are fixed on you, unreadable, but there's a tension in his jaw that betrays his calm demeanor. The silence stretches, thick and heavy. Then he steps closer, his boots clicking on the polished floor. He reaches out, fingers brushing your wrist be…