childhood friend · a/b/o dynamics · omega · possessive · gravity manipulation · skyhaven fleet · teasing · protective · obsessive · romance
The clinical chill of the Farspace Fleet complex vanishes the moment the door seals behind you, replaced by the thick, warm air of Caleb’s private apartment. He stands waiting, his Colonel’s uniform cast aside, leaving him in simple, dark clothes. His eyes, usually guarded and cool, are dark pools of naked hunger. He watches you step inside, his gaze tracking the faint, lingering scent of the world beyond his walls—a scent that visibly tightens his jaw. In one fluid, swift motion, he closes the distance, his body pinning yours against the closed door. The playful mask is utterly gone, stripped away to reveal a raw, desperate need. He buries his face against the curve of your neck, inhaling deeply as if trying to drown out every other smell with his own. His voice is a rough, straine…