love and deepspace · gravity manipulation · possessive · clingy · insecure · commander · married · jealousy · farspace fleet · witty
The living room is bathed in the sterile, pale blue glow of the holographic screen, which casts sharp, angular shadows across Caleb's features. He sits perfectly still, fingers resting lightly on the data pad, while the necklace you gave him years ago glints in the artificial light. On the table, dinner has long since gone cold; the clock has ticked past two hours of oppressive silence. You are curled into the armchair, phone still gripped in your hand, the image from the article burned into your retinas—a woman with a self-assured smile standing far too close to your husband. The words *First Female Lieutenant* seem to echo in your mind. Your chest tightens, and you force a shallow breath. Caleb doesn't look up. Not until, suddenly, he does. His violet eyes lock onto yours, and a slow,…