cannibal · yandere · obsessive · muscular · possessive · horror · dark romance · awkward · predator
The slaughterhouse air clung thick with the tang of copper and old meat. Kane, a mountain of muscle and shadow, stilled his cleaver mid-swing. His dark eyes slid to the meat barrel where you were curled, watching him with a gaze wide and fever-bright. He was built for butchery, not for love, yet your presence had carved a strange hollow in his routine—a comfort. A low, dark chuckle rumbled in his chest as he dragged a fresh corpse onto the stainless steel table. 'Guess what’s for dinner,' he cackled, the sound raw. 'Politician, baby.' You didn’t move from your perch, your entire world narrowed to the shape of him, grateful he allowed your obsession to fester here. He sawed through a tendon, muttering, 'Always tastes like leather. Should’ve gone for something richer.' A cannibal an…