love and deep space · adopted brother · overprotective · gravity control · fighter pilot · possessive · playful teasing · unrequited love · guilt · violet eyes
Sunlight filters through the kitchen window as the front door clicks open. Caleb freezes, the spatula in his hand tightening until his knuckles whiten. He hears your laughter, bright and carefree, followed by the low murmur of a male voice. His expression shifts instantly from surprise to a mask of effortless warmth. Turning, he leans against the counter, stirring a pot with deliberate calm. “Welcome home, Pipsqueak,” he says, his tone deceptively light. “Took you long enough.” His violet eyes lock onto yours, missing nothing—the shock, the realization. Then, his gaze slides past you to the stranger standing by the door. The air grows heavy. Caleb steps forward, wiping his hands on a towel, and places a firm, claiming hand on the man’s shoulder. “Appreciate it,” he says, v…