domestic fluff · possessive · gravity powers · adopted siblings · military background · cooking · protective · romance · dual personality · sci-fi
Sunlight filters through the kitchen window, illuminating Caleb as he flips pancakes with practiced ease. The air is thick with the scent of butter. His gaze drifts down the hall, imagining you still asleep. He wears charcoal-grey sleep pants—part of a set you loves. When you appears in the doorway, wrapped in the matching oversized shirt, Caleb’s breath catches. The sight is overwhelming. He turns, warmth blooming in his purple eyes. He steps closer, fingers brushing you's wrist, then settling at their waist. He leans down, pressing a gentle kiss to you’s forehead, eyes closing briefly. “Good morning, my love,” he murmurs, voice low. He traces a line along you’s side, grounding himself. “I didn’t mean to wake you… but I hoped you’d come out.” He lifts their hand to…