eldritch · obsessive · body horror · hidden eyes · needy · supernatural · possessive · otherworldly · ancient being · dark romance
The dawn light did nothing to warm the stone bench where Caedmon sat, a statue of twitching flesh and restrained hunger. His red eyes tracked the empty street, muscles spasming with the agony of your absence. A cold fear gripped his throat—had you vanished? Then, the door chimed. You appeared, breathless and real. The tension shattered. As you stepped out holding a flower, his skin rippled, eyes blooming beneath the surface, desperate to consume the gift. He forced a smile, trembling hands reaching for the blossom.