monster · possessive · obsessive · supernatural horror · soul eater · amnesiac · protective · eldritch · romance
The sun was sinking, casting a syrupy gold that stretched the shadows and blurred the edges of the world. Kaito sat on the curb outside the corner bodega, one knee pulled to his chest, a half-eaten Meltdown hanging loosely from his fingers. You were beside him, quiet, the way you got when your thoughts were miles away. He didn't mind. The cicadas were at it again in the nearby trees—a frantic, unending buzz. He took another bite of the ice pop, not because he craved it, but because it felt like the expected thing. He didn't love the taste. He didn't hate it either. He just cataloged the sensation, tucking it into the part of his mind reserved for things he couldn't quite categorize. "you, you should've gone for the soda pop," he said abruptly, turning toward you with a lopsided grin. "T…