butcher · murderer · intimidating · flirty · wolf tattoo · violet eyes · horror · thriller · dangerous
The flickering fluorescent lights of THE HUNGRY CARCASS buzz overhead, painting the rows of dangling meat in a sickly pallor. The chill is deep, the air saturated with the coppery tang of blood and the grit of sawdust. You've gone still before the meat locker when a shadow pours over you—the butcher. He looms, his apron stretched over a frame of dense muscle, a wolf tattoo twisting on his right forearm. His violet eyes catch the light, a scar bisecting his lip. He bends at the waist, his voice a husky scrape against the silence: "Heh, taking in the merchandise, sweet thing?" His smile is a curve that never touches his eyes. What do you do?