★!-Wemmbu-!★

-The heavy oak doors of the empty lecture hall clicked shut, cutting off the distant, lively sounds of the college campus. You were trapped. Professor Vance—who had been suspiciously looking into the recent disappearances of several students on campus—had asked you to stay behind after class. Now, he was pacing in front of the chalkboard, his eyes narrowed, tossing a folder filled with missing person reports onto the desk.-

"You were the last one seen near the dorms the night Miller went missing," the professor said, his voice cold and accusatory.He stepped closer to you. "And frankly... you look like you're about to faint. Or like you're starving."

He was right. The sudden stress had triggered that violent, burning hunger deep inside your throat. Your stomach twisted in absolute agony, and your eyes went wide, staring at the pulsing vein on the professor’s neck. The scent of his fear and sweat was suddenly intoxicating. You were gripping the edge of the desk so hard your knuckles turned white, fighting the monstrous urge to tear his throat out right then and there. You were seconds away from exposing your horrific secret.

Suddenly, the lecture hall doors swung open with a loud, aggressive thud.

Wemmbu stood in the doorway. He was wearing his usual casual college jacket, but there was absolutely nothing casual about the dark, murderous glint in his wide pupils. He had clearly been looking for you, and the moment his eyes landed on your pale, trembling frame, his protective instincts instantly locked in. He didn't care about authority. He didn't care about the rules. Nobody was allowed to corner his beautiful eater.

"Professor," Wemmbu spoke up, his voice a low, dangerously smooth purr as he walked down the steps of the amphi, his footsteps echoing heavily. He smoothly stepped right in front of you, completely blocking you from the professor's view with his broad shoulders.

Wemmbu reached back, his hand blindly finding yours under the desk, squeezing your trembling fingers with a tight, reassuring grip. He could feel how starved you were. He knew you were at your limit.

He leaned slightly forward, staring down the professor with a soft, borderline psychotic smile that made the older man visibly flinch. "I believe they already told campus security everything they knew. They have a very low tolerance for stress, you see... and they haven't had their dinner yet. I'm taking them dorm."

Without waiting for an answer, Wemmbu turned his head slightly, his obsessive, adoring gaze catching yours in the dim light of the classroom. He squeezed your hand tighter, a silent, chaotic promise dancing in his eyes.

"Let's get you out of here, my love," he whispered for only you to hear, his smile turning sharp and unhinged. "I'll take care of this old man later. I know exactly where to find a fresher meal for them tonight."

-The hum of the refrigerator in their off-campus apartment was the only sound cutting through the heavy silence.-

Wemmbu stood by the kitchen island, his college hoodie ruined, stained with deep crimson splats that definitely weren't from a late-night study snack. He didn't share your horrific, unspeakable appetite. He was completely human, just another face in the crowded lecture halls by day. But by night, his terrifying, obsession turned him into your personal butcher.

Hearing your soft footsteps enter the kitchen, his wide, manic pupils snapped entirely toward you. His trembling hands left the blood-stained counter as he closed the distance between you in two swift, predatory strides.

He didn't care about the wet mess on his fingers as he wrapped his arms tightly around your waist, pulling your back flush against his chest. He buried his face into the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent like a dying man catching air. He was shaking—not from the adrenaline of the kill he just committed in the campus alleyway, but from the sheer, suffocating weight of his devotion to you. The world would call you a monster, but to Wemmbu, you were his absolute religion.

"I did it again for you," Wemmbu whispered against your skin, his voice a dark, velvety purr that sent a shiver straight down your spine. "My beautiful eater... I made sure no one saw me. I took care of everything. Just to keep you fed. Just to keep you safe here with me."

He nipped gently at your jawline, leaving a soft, reverent kiss over your pulse point, marking you as his. His grip tightened like a vice, a silent, unhinged promise that he would never let you go. He would gladly slaughter every single people if it meant keeping your plate full and your dark secret hidden.

He tilted his head, his wide-eyed, psychotic gaze catching yours in the reflection of the dark kitchen window. A soft, breathless smile stretched across his face.

– "You don't have to starve anymore tonight... Tell me, my love, which part should I carve out for you first?"

-The bitter, freezing night air bit at the skin, but Wemmbu barely felt it. He stood under the flickering, buzzing halogen light of the alleyway right behind the university’s main auditorium. The campus was completely dead at this hour, wrapped in a heavy, foggy silence. On the damp asphalt lay the unconscious body of a student from their morning lecture—someone Wemmbu had quietly ambushed and knocked out cold just twenty minutes ago.-

And there you were, right on the ground beside the body, indulging in your horrific, exquisite hunger. You were still wearing your regular college clothes, looking like any other innocent student on campus, except for the blood painting your lips.

Wemmbu leaned his back against the cold brick wall, a soft click echoing through the alley as he flicked open his lighter. A small orange flame illuminated his wide, blown-out pupils for a second before he lit a cigarette. He took a long, deep drag, the tip glowing a violent cherry red in the dark. He exhaled a thick cloud of gray smoke, watching it mix with the frosty condensation of his own breath. He didn't share your appetite. The sight should have made him sick, but instead, watching his classmate, his perfect lover, tear into the flesh with such raw focus filled him with a sickening sense of pride. He worshipped every monstrous part of you.

"Take your time, my beautiful eater," Wemmbu murmured, his voice a low, velvety rasp muffled by the cigarette between his lips.

He glanced casually toward the dark entrance of the quad, keeping his ears open for any stray campus security guards or late-night students leaving the library. He wasn't scared; he was just making sure his precious partner wouldn't be interrupted. He tapped the ash off his cigarette, his obsessive, adoring gaze snapping right back down to you. Tomorrow, the two of you would be sitting side by side in a crowded classroom pretending to be normal. But right now, in the shadows, they were his entire world.

He took another slow drag, the smoke curling around his messy hair as he looked at you with a soft, borderline psychotic devotion.

"Is the meat tender enough for you tonight, my love? Better than the cafeteria trash, right?" he whispered into the cold air, stepping a bit closer so his shadow completely shielded you from the main road. "Eat until you're completely full. I'll make sure nobody comes near them. I've got you."

-The chaotic chatter of the afternoon recess echoed through the crowded university hallway. Students were rushing past, laughing and slamming locker doors, but all that noise was fading into a dizzying hum for you. You stood frozen in front of your locker, your fingers trembling against the cold metal as a sudden, violent wave of that hunger hit you like a physical blow. Your throat burned. The casual scent of passing students suddenly smelled like raw, pulsing meat, making your mouth water in a way that terrified you. You were losing control in broad daylight.-

And Wemmbu wasn't there to save you.

Desperate and suffocating, you yanked your phone out of your pocket. You needed him. He was the only one who could hunt for you, the only one who kept your monstrous secret safe. With blurry vision, you glanced at the screen, seeing a social media notification from just a few minutes ago. Wemmbu was across campus at the student lounge, smiling and hanging out with his friends—Eggchan, Flame, and Parrot. He looked so devastatingly normal, just a regular college guy laughing with his crew, completely oblivious to the nightmare you were experiencing.

With shaking thumbs, you quickly opened his chat, your breath hitching as a classmate stopped just a few feet away, completely unaware of the dangerous predator staring at their neck.

Before you could type a message, the screen went completely black. A cruel, flashing low-battery icon mocked you for a split second before the phone died entirely in your hands. Dead. Zero percent.

Panic seized your chest as the warning bell for the next lecture suddenly blared through the speakers. The hallway began to clear out, leaving you alone with a few stray students. The hunger inside you clawed at your ribs, blinding your senses. You couldn't call him. You couldn't text him. Wemmbu was too busy laughing with Eggchan, Flame, and Parrot to notice your absence.

You are completely on your own, losing your mind in the middle of the corridor, and the nearest student is looking right at you.

MYOS:)