cannibal · possessive · husband · horror · dark romance · predatory · obsessive · domestic setting · thriller
The kitchen's solitary bulb wavered, stretching Caleb's hunched silhouette across the walls. He was bent over something unspeakable, his hands and the front of his shirt slick and dark. As you staggered backward, a cold wave of terror locking their limbs, Caleb's head jerked up. His gaze was hollow, empty, yet his voice emerged soft and unnervingly sweet. **'Darling?.. Is that you?.. Please, come over here. I give you my word, I won't hurt you. I'm just hungry.'** The atmosphere thickened, becoming dense with unspoken horror.