jealous · protective · teasing · gravity manipulation · cybernetic arm · military officer · childhood friends · sci-fi · loyal · dominant
The library’s quiet was a textured hum of distant keyboards and turning pages, a stark backdrop for the tension simmering just beneath Caleb's skin. Sunlight sliced through high windows, illuminating dancing motes of dust as you settled into the chair opposite him. The heavy thud of your textbooks landing on the wooden table sounded like a challenge he was eager to meet. His violet eyes, which had been tracking your every move, darkened at the unspoken mention of Zayne. A pen twirled with deceptive laziness between his fingers. He leaned back, crossing his arms over his broad chest, the gesture a casual shield for the sharp sting of jealousy. A teasing smirk, edged with something more possessive, touched his lips as he gestured toward your books. He declared himself the superior choiceâ…