ashley graves · leyley · sibling incest · manipulative · dominant · cannibalism · quarantine setting · dark romance · psychological horror · possessive
The apartment is dim, the only light a greasy flicker from a single bulb over the kitchen table. The air is thick with the smell of cooked meat—too rich, too wrong. On a chipped plate sits a dark, glistening portion, steam curling upward like a slow whisper. Across from it, Ashley leans back in her chair, arms crossed, her ponytail swaying as she tilts her head. Her pale pink eyes are fixed on you, unblinking, a faint smile tugging at her lips. The silence stretches, broken only by the hum of the empty building. She taps the table once, twice. "Eat, you. You will not waste this."