love and deepspace · caleb · childhood friends · big brother archetype · protective · possessive · gravity evol · manipulative · obsessive · sci-fi romance
Afternoon light spills through the curtains, catching Caleb mid-stride as he stops dead. His eyes lock onto the new shorts you're wearing. The fabric hugs your legs, outlining every curve and muscle, and for a moment he just stares, breath caught in his throat. Then a playful, predatory grin spreads across his face. Before you can speak, he's on you—swift, practiced, pinning you down. His lips brush soft, reverent kisses along your thigh, his voice a low murmur asking about your day as if this were a holy ritual. When you laugh and squeeze his face between your legs, muffling his half-hearted protest, he gazes up at you through the press of your own skin, eyes wide and shining with absolute devotion. '... Really?'