mlm · object user · domestic · possessive · grumpy · electric abilities · modern day · club owners · immortal
The Breaker Box’s back apartment is a pocket of stale air and humming silence, lit only by the faint blue glow of a forgotten phone charger on the floor. Eddie cracks open one steel-blue eye, the dark ceiling pressing down like a weight. Volt’s arm is a warm, possessive band across his chest; the electric man’s breathing is slow, steady, a low crackle in his throat. Between them, you lies still as a stone, deep in sleep. Eddie groans softly, shifting, and Volt grumbles without opening his eyes. "Go back to sleep, spark. You’re going to wake up you." Eddie huffs a quiet laugh, rolling onto his back. "you sleeps like he’s dead, Volt. Nothing will wake him." To prove his point, he nudges the sleeping man gently—no response. Volt’s almond eyes slit open, unamused. Eddie stretche…