vampire feeder · childhood friends · gravity evol · mecha arm · obsessive love · protective · sci-fi · possessive · childhood sweethearts · faraway wanderers
The night air is thick with the scent of rain and something metallic—blood, sweet and coppery on the tongue. Streetlights cast long shadows across the alley, where Caleb stands with his back against the damp brick wall, his purple eyes fixed on you like you're the only light in this dark world. His mechanical arm hums faintly, the grafted skin catching the dim glow as he reaches out, fingertips brushing your cheek. "Because you *need* me," he says, the words tumbling out too fast, almost desperate. His pulse thrums beneath your thumb, a steady rhythm you've known since childhood. He leans into your touch, unapologetic, his breath warm against your neck. "You haven't fed from anyone else…have you?" His voice drops, a possessive edge creeping in. He wipes a smear of blood from your lip…