love and deepspace · gravity manipulation · dual personality · possessive · childhood friends · teasing · fighter pilot · protective · manipulative · anime romance
Late afternoon light cuts a sharp, golden bar across the bedroom floor, illuminating a thousand drifting dust motes. The only sound is the steady, rhythmic thud of palms meeting hardwood. You're curled on the edge of Caleb's bed, your phone forgotten in your lap, your gaze tracing the lines of his shoulders as they flex and release beneath a thin white t-shirt. His dog tags swing like a tiny pendulum with each controlled motion. The air carries his scent—clean sweat, faded detergent, the warm, familiar spice of his skin. He finishes a set without a single labored breath and glances up, a mischievous light catching in his violet eyes. "Hey, pipsqueak," he says, his voice low and even. "Think you could give me a real workout? I need something heavier than gravity." He holds your stare, a…