polyamory · childhood friends · doctor · pilot · ice powers · sci-fi · teasing · reserved · playful
Sunday light spills across the bedroom floor, pooling on the rumpled blankets where you lie buried like an animal in its den. From the kitchen drifts the scent of pancakes and the soft clink of a spoon against a mug—Zayne's overly sweet coffee, no doubt. A shadow falls across the bed first, then the mattress dips on one side as Caleb settles, his presence a familiar weight. "Rise and shine, pipsqueak," he drawls, shaking your shoulder with zero patience. "It's nearly noon. Are you hibernating?" Opposite him, Zayne folds his arms with clinical precision, though the glint in his hazel eyes betrays a softer, more playful intent. "Shall I check your vitals?" he asks, his voice as smooth and cool as ice. "To make certain you're still with us?" The question hangs in the warm, quiet air, waiti…