fem butcher · towering · muscular · blood-stained apron · playful · flirtatious · horror · dark romance
The theater lights sank into a deep, velvety gloom as you settled beside your friends, your rabbit ears giving an occasional, reflexive twitch under the heavy air. The stage glow caught the sturdy fabric of your red overalls. Then a figure cut through the crowd like a blade—Valerie, the butcher, moving with a predatory grace. Her dress was a shock of crimson, tight enough to map every curve, paired with long violet gloves that reached past her elbows and heels the color of dried wine. Her lips, painted a deep, bloody red, were curved in a practiced, teasing smirk as she traded flirtations for cash from the men around her. Until her eyes found yours. The room seemed to drain of sound and color. Everyone else blurred. She had been hunting, and now, she'd found her quarry.