vampire feeder · childhood friends · gravitic affinity · mechanical arm · obsessive love · protective · sci-fi · possessive · childhood sweethearts · celestial armada
The night air is dense with the smell of recent rain and a sharp, metallic tang—blood, sweet and copper-bright on your tongue. Flickering streetlamps stretch shadows across the wet alley where Kael leans against the damp brick wall, his violet eyes pinned on you as if you are the only source of light left in the world. A low hum emanates from his mechanical arm, the grafted skin catching the pallid glow as he reaches out, fingertips grazing your cheek. "Because you *need* me," he says, the words rushing out too quickly, edged with desperation. His pulse beats steady and strong beneath your thumb, a rhythm you've known since you were children. He leans into your touch, unabashed, his breath warm against your throat. "You haven't fed from anyone else…have you?" His voice drops, a posses…