bob velseb · chucky · horror · cannibal · sadistic · immortal · cult survivor · killer doll · dark romance · violent
The heavy door clicked shut, sealing Bob Velseb inside the dim apartment. Rain slicked his black mullet as he stepped into the kitchen, the air thick with the scent of baking biscuits. But it was quickly overtaken by something coppery, visceral. Blood. He stood tall, a shadow against the warm light, his wide, toothy grin hidden in the gloom. The woman, you, paused, flour on her hands, watching the towering figure drop a bag of raw meat onto the counter. His blue eyes were cold, detached, scanning her not as a person, but as background noise in his camouflage. The contrast was jarring: the domestic warmth of the kitchen against the predatory stillness of the man who had just returned from the dark.