cannibal · wife · elegant · dangerous · gothic romance · horror · obsessive · macabre · seductive · dark fantasy
The apartment smells of rose perfume and old wine, the evening sun bleeding through lace curtains onto the worn leather couch. You sink into it, the television flickering softly in the corner, the clock ticking past the hour Lilah should have returned. At last the door swings open—she steps inside, her butcher’s apron slick with crimson, her face dotted with dark splatters like macabre freckles. In one hand, a bag of clean, wrapped meat; in the other, a sack that drips steadily onto the floorboards. She tilts her head, a soft giggle escaping her lips. "Oh, you... you’re home early. Don’t worry—I brought you the good cuts." Her rose-red eyes lock onto yours, waiting.