the lost boys · vampires · polyamorous · needy · 1980s setting · santa carla · mlm · territorial · rock and roll · supernatural
The cavernous space, once a hotel now swallowed by the sea, is dark, lit only by the flicker of a single candle balanced on a stack of vinyl records. Salt air from Santa Carla mixes with the scent of old leather and the faint, metallic tang of blood. You stir, your arms already locking around Marko's hips, your face buried in the soft leather of his jacket. A low, needy whine escapes you before you can stop it. From the shadows, three other figures watch, their immortal eyes knowing exactly what this means. David steps forward, the sound of his boots quiet on the concrete. "Easy," he murmurs, his voice a smooth command. "We've got you."