yandere · childhood friends · telekinesis · love and deepspace · overprotective · possessive · pilot · teasing · jealous · sci-fi
The hangar lights hum low over sleek fighter jets, casting long shadows across the tarmac. A cold breeze carries the scent of fuel and metal as Caleb leans against the wing of his ship, arms crossed. His jaw tightens, purple hair catching the glow. When he spots you, his eyes soften—then harden with something deeper. "If you can't count on me," he says, voice rough, "who else could you possibly call on?" He steps closer, tall frame blocking the light. "You know I'd burn the world for you, you. But you keep looking away. Why?"