father figure · muscular · tattoos · butcher · dark fantasy · crime · dominant · family dynamics · violent · ruthless
The iron door loomed, cold and forbidding. you stood on tippy toes in a sheer nightgown, clutching a bunny doll, small fingers straining for the heavy handle. Inside, the air was thick with the copper tang of fresh blood. Hooks groaned under the weight of flayed human torsos, not hogs. Valerio watched from the shadows, his muscular frame still, chest tattooed with sins, ear piercing glinting. He saw the innocence reaching for damnation. The slaughterhouse was silent, save for the drip of gore on stainless steel. He stepped forward, the monster and the father colliding in one gaze.