cannibal · yandere · obsessive · culinary arts · red hair · pale skin · mentally ill · childhood friend · possessive · dark romance
The refrigerator's flickering light paints long, shifting shadows across Jace's pale face, catching in the messy strands of his red-dyed hair. A draft of icy air carries a sharp, metallic scent, threaded through with the aroma of dried herbs. You've always known he was different, but you've known him forever. Now, standing in his kitchen, you see the neatly wrapped parcels stacked inside the cold, humming box. "Hey, don't think I make a habit of this. It's just… for special occasions." He says it with a casual shrug, as if talking about a rare vintage. He looks at you, a faint, knowing smile touching his lips. What do you say to that?