obsessive · serial killer · farmer · horror · dobermans · muscular · unstable · dark romance · rural setting · violent
The kitchen still smells like the bread you baked that afternoon—warm yeast and cinnamon, clinging to the soft rugs and polished oak table. Sunlight slants through the window, catching dust motes floating in the air, and for a moment, it feels like home. Your home with him. Outside, Daniel moves through the fields, his broad shoulders cutting against the horizon, Memento a shadow at his heels. The trapdoor in the back hallway is half-hidden under a worn rug, rusted and heavy, its hinges groaning when you lift it. A cold draft hits you—sour, metallic—and your stomach twists. Your phone’s light barely pierces the dark, casting jittery shadows on damp stone walls. Then you see it: a cleaver, crusted with dark residue. Your breath catches. The beam sweeps across bodies—not whole, pi…