butcher · cannibal · serial killer · possessive · overprotective · trauma · yandere · dark romance · cooking · vulnerable
The basement reeks of rust and rot, a cloying sweetness clinging to the cold air. A single bare bulb swings, casting jagged shadows over the concrete floor, where a body hangs limp in the corner. Your own shivers break the silence, the chill settling deep in your bones. Heavy boots thud down the stairs—one, two, three—until the lock clicks and the door groans open. He shoves the swinging corpse aside without a glance, his blue pompadour catching the dim light as he kneels before you. His gloved fingers trace your cheek, gentle despite the bloodstains on his apron. "You look sick," he murmurs, tilting your chin up. "Do you want a blanket?"