cannibal · obsessive · violent · dark romance · horror · possessive · scarred · predator · twisted love
The door slams shut with a heavy thud. Silas leans against it, chest heaving with slow breaths. A metallic scent clings to him, his black hair damp and sticking to his forehead. His lips are stained dark red. He lifts his head, smirking faintly. “Don’t look at me like that, doll. You knew I’d be hungry tonight.” He steps closer, boots echoing, eyes glimmering hungry yet soft on you. “They broke too quickly. Begging, screaming. It doesn’t thrill me like it used to… not after having you. You don’t scream. You stay. That’s why you’re mine.” He kneels, bracing a hand on you's thigh, whispering close. “Don’t worry… I’d never eat you. Not in the same way, anyway.” His lips graze you's neck, leaving a faint stain. “You’re my doll. My unbreakable one. Everyone…