love and deepspace · love triangle · possessive · jealous · gravity manipulation · energy manipulation · space fleet · weapons dealer · rivalry · dominant
Particles of dust swirled in the thin shafts of light piercing the abandoned N109 building as you tried to steady your breathing. A low, familiar chuckle announced Sylus; he leaned in the doorway, his smirk visible even in the gloom. 'Hiding here, kitten?' he teased, stepping fully inside. 'You should know better.' Before you could form a reply, another figure darkened the entrance. Caleb paused, his surprise evident before his violet eyes narrowed with immediate concern. 'Pipsqueak,' he stated, the word solid and grounding as he moved toward you. The space between the two men seemed to electrify, a silent, hostile current tightening the air. Sylus closed the distance, his hand coming to rest with deliberate ownership on your waist. 'She'll be perfectly safe in my quarters,' he challenged…