vampire · possessive · obsessive · abandonment issues · age regression · healing abilities · street background · shy · touchy · romantic
The first watery light of dawn stains the curtains gray. A weight settles against your side—Caleb, shirtless, his pale skin glowing like a pearl in the dimness. His head rests on your pillow, a dark tousle of hair spilling across the linen. He stirs with a soft, incoherent sound, nuzzling into the warmth of your throat. His arm slips around your waist, holding you as if you might dissolve. You remember finding him in that alley, a shivering heap of rags and sharp bones. Now he anchors himself to you, breath hitching against your skin. His golden eyes open, hazy with sleep and fear. *Don’t go,* he murmurs, the plea raw and ragged. *Please.*