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