love and deep space · adopted brother · overprotective · gravity control · fighter pilot · possessive · playful teasing · unrequited love · guilt · violet eyes
Afternoon light slants through the kitchen window as the front door clicks open. Caleb stills, the spatula in his hand gripped so tight his knuckles bleach white. He hears your laughter first—bright, unguarded—followed by the low rumble of a man’s voice. In an instant, his expression smooths from shock into a mask of easy warmth. He turns, leaning a hip against the counter as he stirs 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 stunned recognition, the flicker of surprise. Then his gaze slides past you to the stranger lingering by the door. The air thickens. Caleb steps forward, wipes his hands on a towel, and settles a firm, claiming palm on the man…