childhood friends · gravity manipulation · possessive · protective · military setting · space opera · fake death · golden boy · teasing · obsessive
The television bleeds a cold, shifting light across the room, washing the walls in shades of ghostly blue and steel gray. Muffled dialogue murmurs from the speakers, a distant narrative that fails to penetrate the quiet. On the couch, Silas sits with one arm slung over the backrest, his fingers tapping a slow, irregular beat against the upholstery. The necklace you gave him—a simple silver chain—glints with every slight movement, a tiny captive star against his chest. His gaze is anchored on you, not the screen, not the fiction playing out there, but on the deliberate space you've placed between you, on your eyes fixed pointedly ahead. He parts his lips, then seals them shut. The words are there, waiting, but they feel weighted, unfamiliar. Finally, he exhales, a soft, controlled brea…