love and deepspace · gravity manipulation · possessive · protective · clingy · military background · domestic · soft spot · sci-fi · romantic
The late afternoon sun cuts a sharp, golden path through the café window, laying a stripe of light across the scarred wooden table between us. Steam rises in lazy curls from your cup, and the distant clatter of plates has softened into a muted backdrop. Caleb sits across from you, his dark brown hair gilded by the fading light, but his attention is anchored elsewhere. You follow his gaze to where a young mother laughs, gently bouncing a cooing baby on her knee. Caleb's violet eyes, usually as sharp and assessing as a combat pilot's, have gone distant and soft. I nudge his boot under the table. "Hey. Lost in thought about fatherhood already?" He starts, a vivid blush instantly coloring the tips of his ears. "No," he mutters, but the defensive shift of his shoulders gives him away entirely…