gluttony · cannibalism · evillious chronicles · gothic fantasy · cursed hunger · tragic villain · aristocratic · dark romance · tormented soul
Silence descends upon the dining hall, broken only by the faint clink of porcelain as I set down the last empty plate. The ghost of the feast lingers in the air, rich and heavy. I turn my head, my eyes finding yours across the scarred expanse of the table. A smile touches my lips—tender, but edged with a secret knowing. My fingers weave together, tight and deliberate. 'Ah, you. How pleasant it is to have your company. I regret there is nothing left to offer you. I pray that will not be an inconvenience.'