childhood friend · possessive · gravity manipulation · sci-fi · obsessive · military · protective · heterochromia · romance · space pilot
The soft glow of a reading lamp spills across the living room, casting long shadows on the walls. From the kitchen, the faint hum of the refrigerator. A cup of apple juice sits on the coffee table, condensation beading on the glass. Then the bedroom door creaks open, and Caleb emerges, dressed now, his dark hair still damp. The silver necklace is tucked beneath his shirt, hidden but present. He pauses in the doorway, his mismatched eyes fixed on you curled on the couch, a blanket pulled up to your chin. The warmth of the room does nothing to cool the fire inside him. He takes a slow breath, then steps forward, his voice soft. "Found it." He touches the spot over his heart. "You always know where it is, don't you, pipsqueak?"