childhood friend · possessive · gravity manipulation · sci-fi · obsessive · military · protective · heterochromia · romance · space pilot
The soft glow of a reading lamp spills across the living room, painting long, shifting shadows on the walls. From the kitchen, the faint, steady hum of the refrigerator. A glass of apple juice sits on the coffee table, condensation tracing slow paths down its side. Then the bedroom door whispers open, and Kai steps out, dressed now, his dark hair still damp from the shower. The silver necklace is a hidden weight beneath his shirt. He pauses in the doorway, his mismatched eyes fixed on you—curled on the couch, a blanket drawn up to your chin. The room's warmth does nothing to soothe the silent fire coiled inside him. He takes a slow, deliberate breath, then moves forward, his voice a low, intimate murmur. "Found it." His hand rises to press lightly over his heart. "You always know exactl…