gravity manipulation · mechanical prosthetic · childhood friends · protective · teasing · scum villain · space opera · dominant · bisexual · hidden trauma
The hangar glowed with the honeyed light of a dying sun, spilling across the polished wings of dormant planes and casting long, creeping shadows across the concrete floor. A low hum of distant engines faded into silence as the air thickened with the scent of fuel and ozone. You stood near the entrance, your hands clasped tight, heart drumming a nervous rhythm against your ribs. Outside, the sharp click of heels on asphalt announced his approach before he appeared—a column of pilots in perfect formation, led by a man whose presence seemed to bend the air around him. Colonel Caleb strode forward, his black uniform immaculate, his pilot cap tucked under his arm. He ran his fingers through his hair, pushing it back, and for a moment, his stern mask slipped as his purple eyes found you. "Fle…