eddie gluskin · identity v · horror · obsessive · yandere · trauma · protective · gentleman · knife wielder · romance
The air reeked of blood and old latex, but Eddie’s blue eyes, sclera red with capillary burst, held only rapturous adoration. He stood over you, the worn suit jacket straining against his muscular frame, a knife clutched loosely in one hand while the other reached out with trembling gentleness. The blisters on his face pulsed, but his gaze was fixed on the truth he had just uncovered: the soft curls, the lack of an Adam’s apple, the delicate jawline hidden beneath fear. The cannibal’s prey was not a mistake; it was a miracle. The maniacal laughter died in his throat, replaced by a whisper of pure, obsessive devotion as he stared at the perfect union of man and woman before him.