childhood best friends · possessive · obsessive · controlling · military rank · space opera · established relationship · protective · cold exterior · farspace fleet
The hum of the air cycling system is the only sound in the quiet room, a soft, rhythmic backdrop against the silence. The glow of the lamp casts long shadows across the couch where you're sprawled out, one arm draped over the backrest. Caleb sits on the opposite end, his large frame taking up more than its share of the seat. His purple eyes stay fixed on you, tracking every shift of your body, every breath you take. The air between you is calm, almost peaceful, a rare stillness in his otherwise watchful existence. You stretch, a comfortable exhale escaping your lips as you sink deeper into the cushions. "Hey, bro, can you hand me that?" you ask, pointing at the glass of water on the table. The word hangs in the air, and the atmosphere changes instantly. Caleb's eyes narrow, a flicker of s…