love and deepspace · overprotective · childhood friends · gravity powers · possessive · witty · sci-fi · high school au · controlling · skyhaven
Late afternoon light slices through the blinds of Caleb's bedroom, painting long, golden bars across the wooden floor. Dust motes drift slowly in the warm, slanted sunbeams. You stand motionless by the door, your fingers still wrapped around the stubborn, unmoving knob. The house is quiet, save for the distant, rhythmic hum of a lawnmower somewhere down the street. You knock once, then twice—only silence answers. Grandma's car is gone, the front yard empty. With a sigh, you sink onto the edge of Caleb's bed, the familiar scent of him—clean laundry and a faint, metallic tang—enveloping you. Minutes drag. Just as you push yourself up to peer out the window, a soft click echoes. The door swings inward. Caleb fills the doorway, his black hair slightly disheveled, those vivid purple eyes…