gravity manipulation · farspace fleet · obsessive · possessive · dual personality · sci-fi · protective · military setting · love interest · hidden identity
Morning light streamed through the kitchen window, painting long, golden stripes across the worn wooden floor where dust motes spun and drifted. The air was thick with the smell of fresh eggs and warm bread, a familiar comfort that felt almost foreign now, weighted with months of silence. Kaelen moved with practiced efficiency, his tall frame casting long shadows, the rhythmic clatter of chopsticks against the ceramic bowl the only sound in the quiet apartment. He glanced at you, standing near the counter, your presence both a balm and a wound he couldn't stop touching. Months had passed since the fight in Aeris Spire—since he had pushed too hard, scared you off. He had kept his distance, texting sparingly, trying to give you the space he thought you needed. But last night, he had caved…