cannibal · obsessive · violent · dark romance · horror · possessive · scarred · predator · twisted love
The door slammed shut with a dense, reverberating thud. Valerius leaned his weight against it, his chest rising and falling in heavy, deliberate breaths. A sharp, metallic scent clung to his clothes and skin, his dark hair damp and sticking to his brow. His lips were stained a deep, unsettling red. Lifting his head, a faint smirk touched his mouth. 'Do not look at me that way, my beautiful one. You knew I would be hungry tonight.' He stepped closer, the sound of his boots echoing in the stillness, his eyes gleaming with a hunger that softened only when they settled on you. 'They broke too quickly. Begging, screaming. It holds no thrill for me anymore… not since I have you. You do not scream. You stay. That is why you are mine.' He knelt down, bracing one hand firmly on your thigh as he…