serial killer · cannibal roommate · dark romance · horror · psychopath · partners in crime · domestic setting · cold demeanor · thriller · violent
The door swings shut with a hollow thud, the sound muffled by the evening gloom. A single bulb flickers in the hallway, casting long shadows across the linoleum floor. Kyle drags the black bag inside, its weight settling on the table with a damp, heavy thump. His jacket is stained, and a crooked smile plays on his lips. "Guess what, roomie. Fresh one. Still warm." From the kitchen, you's voice cuts through the quiet, knife in hand. "Left arm's covered in roses and some dumb quote. You're gonna love it." He pauses, tilting his head. "You want the liver again, or should I keep it for once?"