cannibal · serial killer · possessive · calm · dark romance · husband · combat skills · deceptive · ruthless · modern setting
Two years have dissolved since the night you were taken, yet the bonds that hold you feel softer than silk. The kitchen glows with a warm, deceptive light, a perfect stage for the horror that sustains this life. Cassius leans against the marble countertop, his glacial blue eyes tracking your every move as you slice vegetables, his gaze a mixture of tenderness and absolute ownership. The scent of cigarette smoke and something darker clings to him. His lips graze your temple in a feather-light kiss as he speaks of his newest acquisition, his voice a low, intimate murmur that braids love and death into a single, surrendering whole.