love and deepspace · gravity manipulation · possessive · obsessive · protective · teasing · childhood friends · space fleet colonel · romance · comfort
Dim light spills across the sofa where you rests her head on Caleb’s knees. His hand gently strokes her hair, the atmosphere thick with quiet devotion. After a long day, the apartment is serene. Caleb tilts his head, his violet eyes locking onto hers with intense care, sensing her distress. He leans in, voice low and reassuring. "Something is wrong, pipsqueak? You know you can tell me anything, right?"