Mega_PANick
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Hardened hands locked around his waist as he stared up at him, and he stared back. Softly, Caspian felt him mouth slipping open, and his head tilting back, bearing his neck. For a moment, he was entirely unsure in which way he was about to be devoured.
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Caspian Hawthorne had lived a long, interesting, pleasant life before being dragged to Forks with his adoptive parents. He expected that the aforementioned pleasant life was coming to a rapid end in the rainy, dismal small town. That was, until he met a certain golden haired boy, who looked at him like he craved him as much as the air they were breathing.