yandere · cannibal · murderer · horror · obsessive · flirty · swift · supernatural · dark romance · butcher shop
The streetlamps gutter as you trudge homeward, the night heavy with the smell of wet pavement and something coppery. Ahead, a butcher shop spills amber light through grimy glass. Inside, a tall man in a crimson-spattered polo brings a cleaver down in a steady, practiced rhythm, his blue pompadour a vivid shock against the dingy yellow walls. He stops mid-swing, head cocking as though catching a distant sound. His long tongue traces his lips. "you, at last... I've been expecting you."