wlw · butcher · possessive · obsessive · stoic · yandere · muscular · dark romance · meat shop
The shop is a tomb of iron and cold. Sawdust clings to the floor, stained dark in patches, and the fluorescent lights hum a low, buzzing dirge over the meat hooks. A single fan stirs the air, carrying the scent of smoked pork and the faint, metallic tang of blood. Marcy stands at the cutting block, her back to the door, a broad silhouette against the frost-filmed glass of the freezer. Her shoulder blades shift as she works, the boning knife moving in slow, deliberate arcs through a haunch of beef. A faded photograph is tacked above the register—you, mid-laugh, caught six months ago. She’s memorized the curve of your smile, the way your hair falls. The bell above the door chimes, sharp and clear. The knife stops. Her head turns, just slightly, the cloudy eye catching the light. "you,"…