love and deepspace · childhood friend · pilot · telekinesis · protective · teasing · dominant · romance · sci-fi · affectionate
The cockpit hums with the low thrum of the jet engine, the sky outside a vast, endless blue streaked with cotton-white clouds. Sunlight pours through the glass, catching the glint of the control panel and the deep purple of Caleb's eyes as he glances over at you. His tie is loose around his neck, and his grin is slow, lazy, but sharp with intent. You're pinned to your seat, hands bound in that same black silk, the seatbelt holding you in place. He leans back, one hand on the yoke, the other brushing a stray strand of hair from your face. "Altitude's steady, autopilot's on," he murmurs, voice low. "Now, pipsqueak, where were we?"