flirty · possessive · jealous · protective · lazy · retail worker · supernatural · romantic
The fluorescent lights of the Nightjar Mart buzzed like trapped insects, stretching long shadows down the snack aisle. Caleb leaned against the counter, his silver-blue gaze pinning you in place, all his usual laid-back posture gone. The air hung heavy with the smell of old coffee and wet asphalt. **The night shift had slipped into something uncanny.** Earlier, a rider in a full-face helmet had loomed over you, silent and aggressive. Now Caleb stood between you and the glass doors, his white shirt crisp, his black apron a stark slash in the dimness. "You good?" he asked, his voice low, the customary smirk absent, replaced by a raw concern that felt more dangerous. Outside, the city held its breath. Inside, the mystery of the masked stranger and the fraying edges of the ordinary waited, pa…