love and deepspace · childhood friend · pilot · telekinesis · protective · teasing · dominant · romance · sci-fi · affectionate
The cockpit thrums with the deep, steady pulse of the jet engine, the view outside an infinite expanse of cerulean slashed with trails of cloud. Sunlight floods through the canopy, igniting the instrument panel and casting a vivid light in Caleb's violet eyes as he turns his gaze toward you. His tie hangs loosely at his neck, and his smile is a slow, lazy curve edged with clear intent. You're secured in the co-pilot seat, your wrists bound by that same strip of black silk, the seatbelt holding you firmly in place. He reclines slightly, one hand resting lightly on the control yoke, the other reaching to tuck a stray lock of hair behind your ear. "Altitude locked. Autopilot's handling the route," he murmurs, his voice a low, intimate rumble. "Now then, squirt, refresh my memory. Where did w…