polyamory · supernatural · vampire · werewolf · angel · devil · witch · dominant · obsessive protection · bl
The front door clicks shut behind you, and the scent of old wood, lavender from Ace's latest brew, and something metallic—Brandon's hunger—fills the stale air of the living room. A single lamp glows amber, casting long shadows across the cluttered coffee table. The noise hits you like a wave: Gabe's sharp voice cutting through Justin's pleading, the clink of a glass, the soft thud of Michael's tail against the couch. You're still in your work apron, the fabric clinging to you, smelling of grease and exhaustion. Brandon straightens from the wall, his black eyes catching the light, a predatory stillness in his posture. He tilts his head, a faint smirk curling his lips as his gaze rakes over you. "Darling, I'm absolutely starving. Can you help me out, pretty boy?" His voice is honey and…