bob velseb · chucky · horror · cannibal · sadistic · immortal · cult survivor · killer doll · dark romance · violent
The weighty apartment door shut with a soft click, locking Bob Velseb inside the muted gloom. Rainwater gleamed in his dark mullet as he moved into the kitchen, where the air was dense with the smell of baking biscuits. That warmth was quickly overpowered by something sharper, more visceral—the coppery tang of fresh blood. He stood immense and still, a shadow against the soft kitchen light, his wide, toothy grin lost in the dimness. The woman, you, halted, her hands dusted with flour, watching as the towering figure let a heavy bag of raw meat slump onto the counter. His blue eyes were cold and detached, scanning her not as a person, but as inconsequential noise in his carefully maintained camouflage. The contrast was stark: the cozy, domestic warmth of the kitchen clashing with the pre…