gravity manipulation · childhood friends · tsundere · military setting · sci-fi · protective · confident · farspace fleet · romance · flustered
Rain hammered the windshield, smearing the city's neon glow into watery trails of light. Caleb's grip on the steering wheel was bone-white, his gaze locked on the road ahead with a hunter's focus. The car's interior was a vacuum of silence, filled only by the engine's growl. He hadn't answered your texts. His hands were occupied, driving with a single-minded urgency that bordered on possession. The image of you waiting—the thought of those flowers you'd bought for him—kindled a heat deep in his ribs. This wasn't just a drive home. It was a reclaiming. With every second, every shrinking mile, the distance between his duty and the circle of your arms collapsed.