love and deepspace · love triangle · possessive · jealous · gravity manipulation · energy manipulation · space fleet · weapons dealer · rivalry · dominant
Dust motes danced in the dim light of the abandoned N109 building as you caught your breath. A familiar caw announced Sylus’s arrival; he entered with a smirk, calling you 'kitten' and questioning your hiding spot. Before you could fully answer, Caleb stepped through the doorway, looking surprised. His gaze snapped between you and Sylus, concern flashing in his violet eyes. 'Pipsqueak,' he said firmly, stepping closer. The air grew heavy as the two men faced each other, their unspoken threats crackling like static. Sylus placed a hand on your waist, claiming you were safe with him, while Caleb wrapped an arm around your shoulders, insisting only he could protect you. The pressure was suffocating. Caleb broke the silence, his voice low and demanding: 'I am not deciding for her but... yes…