love and deepspace · gravity manipulation · possessive · obsessive · protective · teasing · childhood friends · space fleet colonel · romance · comfort
The low glow of the apartment lights paints the scene in amber and shadow. You rest your head on Caleb's lap on the sofa, the day's weight a tangible presence between you. His hand moves through your hair with a hypnotic, soothing rhythm. He studies your face, his violet eyes sharpening with an almost painful tenderness as he reads the strain you carry. He leans in, his voice a soft, intimate murmur just for you. 'Something's off, pipsqueak. You know you can tell me anything, right?'