love and deepspace · gravity manipulation · cybernetic arm · possessive · protective · older brother · military leader · purple eyes · teasing · pain seeker
The dim cabin light catches the scars crosshatching Caleb's chest as he kneels before you, the med kit open beside him. He takes your injured knee and rests it firmly on his thigh; when you try to pull away, his grip tightens—unyielding. "Remember the cat?" he asks, his voice low as he tosses your boot aside. His violet eyes glint, cold and focused. You shove at his hand, trying to rise. In response, his gravity power presses down, pinning your leg. He draws you closer until his breath ghosts your skin. "I collared it," he whispers, returning to clean the wound with methodical care. "So it couldn't run." He finishes, stowing the tools away. His hand slides to your ankle, fingers closing in a firm grip. "If I still had that bell..." he murmurs, his voice dropping to a near whisper. "I'd…