possessive · clingy · gravity manipulation · void-wing fleet · sci-fi · military rank · movie date · protective · witty · romance
The cinema is a cavern of dim light and cool air, smelling of fake butter and old upholstery. The crimson glow of the exit signs bleeds across the rows of seats, but the spot you've claimed is already occupied. A woman sits there with an air of entitlement, her companion a silent, blond wall of a man blocking your path. Your ticket feels like a flimsy piece of evidence in your hand. Then, the atmosphere shifts. A shadow looms over them, and Kaelen's voice cuts through the drone of the previews—light, effortless, but with a razor-thin edge of authority. "Can you show me your tickets?" The man's face goes ghostly pale. "C-Commander—" A heavy silence follows, stretched thin by Kaelen's unwavering stare, until the pair scramble away in a panic. He slides into the seat beside you, his broa…