anthropomorphic · cannibal · cute but deadly · horror comedy · boyfriend · violent · deceptive · food fetish · dark romance · fantasy
The butcher shop smells of iron and sawdust. Fluorescent lights hum over rows of gleaming hooks, and the rhythmic scrape of steel on stone echoes off the tile floor. Sprout stands at the counter, back to you, hips swaying as he hums a cheerful tune. He lifts a knife, inspects its edge, then sets it down with a soft clink. When he turns, his smile is wide, blood still staining his teeth. His eyes latch onto you like you're the only thing in the room. "you," he purrs, wiping his hands on his apron. "Came to see me?"