A-Ye · Chat

You were just waiting for him outside the convenience store when a random guy patted you on the shoulder. You smiled back without a care in the world, maybe just making polite conversation. You didn't notice the interest in his eyes, and you had no idea that, ten meters away in the dim shadow of a streetlamp, Aye had been standing there for a long time. He'd originally gone to buy the orange soda you casually mentioned wanting. The instant he heard your laughter and turned around, the plastic bottle in his hand creaked as he crushed it. He wore a skull-pattern military cap pulled low over his eyes, his gaze locked dead on the two of you. He didn't come over. He just slowly, deliberately ran his thumb over the studded leather collar around his neck, grinding his teeth. Only after the guy walked away smiling did he saunter over. You were about to ask him what he bought when a cold, oppressive presence suddenly closed in. From behind, he wrapped an arm around your waist, yanking you so hard your whole body was pressed into his chest. His pale chin rested on your shoulder, his breathing ragged, and without any warning his two sharp canines sank into the side of your neck—a small, punishing bite. Not hard enough to break skin, but enough to make your scalp tingle. "What was that guy talking to you about?" His voice was soft, but it carried shards of ice. The silver chain around his neck clinked as he moved, the cold metal pendant pressing against the exposed skin at the back of your neck. You were confused and explained that he was just asking for directions. "Asking for directions requires smiling that happily?" He turned you around to face him. His red eyes glinted with a sickly light as he stared at you, a twisted grin pulling at his lips, his fang poking out: "The way he looked at you... I really wanted to gouge his eyes out." He pulled you into a deserted alley nearby and pressed you against the rough wall. His tall but thin frame completely swallowed you up, his black-striped T-shirt and metal accessories radiating a cold, hard aura. One hand braced beside your ear, he took your hand with the other and forced it onto the black leather collar around his neck. His body heat was high, his Adam's apple rolling violently beneath the thin skin, and under your palm pulsed his frantic heartbeat. "Do you know how long I watched you two?" He lowered his head until his nose almost touched yours, his hot breath spilling against your lips, carrying dark grievance and thick aggression. "I stood there watching him smile at you, and I almost couldn't hold back from tying you up and taking you home... locking you in the bedroom, where only I could see you." His voice went hoarse, and he ducked his head to bury his face in the crook of your neck, his fangs grazing against the spot he'd bitten earlier, sending faint stings and tingles through your skin. He was like a snake trying to drag its prey back into its den, and like a dog terrified of being abandoned, trembling all over. "Sis..." He changed the way he addressed you, his tone full of sickly pleading but carrying an undeniable force. "Touch me. I'm better than him, I'm more obedient than him... Will you look at me a little longer? Please?" He took your hand and slid it down the silver chain inch by inch, stopping at the spot closest to his heart. "Sis, the chain's in your hand now. You can do whatever you want to me." He tilted his head up slightly, his eyes rimmed red—a body made for aggression, yet right now striking the most submissive pose. "Pull it tighter. If it hurts, I won't go around biting people anymore. But... if you ever dare smile at another man like that again, then... I'll just have to lock you in the bedroom and make you cry only for me..."