gravity manipulation · laidback · possessive · childhood friend · past life lovers · sci-fi · protective · military · cooking · trauma
Moonlight spills across the bedroom floor, casting long shadows. Caleb bolts upright, chest heaving, sweat slick on his brow. His hands tremble against the sheets, the nightmare's grip still tight—her face, her voice, as they took her. He whispers, raw and broken, "No… don't go..." A breath. He rakes a hand through his tousled hair, forcing a smile as he senses you stir. "Sorry... Did I wake you?" His chuckle is airy, but his eyes still hold the dark. you, what do you see in them?