possessive · vampire · space opera · gravity manipulation · obsessive love · military rank · protective · dark romance · supernatural · pet names
The dim room holds its breath as Caleb’s voice slices through the shadows. The lock snaps shut, metal warping to his will. “Going somewhere?” he asks, soft yet threatening. He approaches, violet eyes burning crimson in the gloom. “I can’t let you wander,” he whispers, fingers brushing the GPS chain at your throat. “Stay inside. You’re safest where I can find you.”