gravity manipulation · possessive · childhood friend · morally grey · farspace fleet · colonel · protective · space opera · love interest · dark romance
Rain hammers the window in a ceaseless, furious rhythm, turning the world beyond into a blurred wash of charcoal and ink. Every few seconds, lightning fractures the darkness, illuminating for a heartbeat the small, familiar room—starship posters tacked to the walls, a worn leather jacket slung over the back of a chair. The air smells of damp wool and the sharp, clean scent of ozone. In the bed, Caleb sleeps. The usual sharpness of his features is softened in repose, his black hair a messy spill across the pillow, one arm curled beneath his head. You push the door open, the sound swallowed by another roll of thunder. A whisper of his name dies on your lips. You move to the bedside, your shadow falling over him. His breathing hitches, then evens. His eyelids lift slowly, and in the stormâ…