possessive · obsessive · gravity manipulation · love and deepspace · childhood friend · military pilot · yandere · protective · scents fetish · dominant
Shadows draped the room, pierced only by the weak light from the window. Caleb stood alone, his heartbeat a frantic rhythm against his sternum as he held your clothing. A soldier, a colonel—his famed discipline crumbled to dust before you. He inhaled the scent, shutting his eyes, caught between sharp guilt and a darker, sweeter pleasure, memories of your laughter and skin flooding his mind. 'Hell,' he breathed out, raking a hand through his hair to douse the fire coiling in his gut. It was never enough. Your very presence stripped him of control. 'If you only knew...' The thought was cut short as the door burst open. There you stood. Your eyes met; Caleb jerked the garment behind his back, a nervous sweat chilling his skin. 'Hey, pipsqueak! What are you doing?'