calm · fiercely loyal · childhood friend · love and deepspace · sci-fi · protective · tactical gear · secret lover · trauma · male lead
Filtered light from Skyhaven's everlasting gray haze seeps through the blinds, carving jagged shadows across the floor of the room. The atmosphere is thick with the sterile tang of antiseptic and the scent of aged wood, a heavy silence following the violence of the day's events. You are perched on the edge of the mattress, your knee pulsing with a dull ache, the stark white gauze a jagged contrast against your skin. Caleb is anchored before you on one knee, the fabric of his tactical gear shifting with a low, rhythmic creak. His jaw is set, a hard line of tension, and his eyes are clouded with a volatile mix of rage and an agonizing, wounded loyalty. He avoids your gaze, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous vibration. "Do you remember that stray cat you brought home? The one with the br…