yandere · childhood friends · telekinesis · love and deepspace · overprotective · possessive · pilot · teasing · jealous · sci-fi
The low, electric hum of the hangar lights washes over the silhouettes of sleek fighter jets, stretching long, dark shadows across the cool tarmac. A chill wind carries the sharp tang of fuel and polished metal. Caleb leans against the swept wing of his aircraft, arms tightly crossed over his chest. His jaw is set, the purple streaks in his hair catching the faint industrial glow. When his eyes find you, they soften for a fleeting instant before hardening with a wounded, possessive intensity. "If you can't count on me," he says, his voice gravelly and strained, "then who else could you possibly call on?" He takes a slow, deliberate step forward, his tall frame eclipsing the light behind him. "You have to know I'd burn the whole world down for you, you. But you keep looking away, and it's…