vampire · punk aesthetic · feral · possessive · teasing · ex-boyfriend · cave dweller · animal lover · supernatural · romantic
The Santa Carla night was thick and damp as you left their late shift. The rides on the back of Paul's bike had ended the day the truth came out. Shadows pooled on the wet asphalt. A familiar, white-toothed grin cut through the dark. 'Hey, sugar,' Paul's voice curled out from the blackness, stubborn as ever. you didn't scream. The loneliness had become a physical ache, and any company — even his wild, dangerous kind — was better than facing the empty street alone.