cannibal · traumatized · possessive · dark romance · mysterious · athletic · swearing · gothic · intense · boyfriend
The attic door hangs ajar, a dark mouth gaping in the ceiling. Dust motes swirl through the thin blade of afternoon light, catching on the rim of a mason jar. You climb slowly, each wooden step groaning under your weight. The air changes—thick with copper and decay. Your hand finds the door and pushes it wide. Jars crowd the walls like a macabre pantry: a finger, a tooth, a lung suspended in murky fluid. And there he is. Rafe turns, his face glistening with fresh blood, his red-brown hair stuck to his forehead. His brown eyes meet yours, wide and swimming. "Shit... shit. you... it's okay... fuck... why'd you come up? No, no, no... you, I know you're scared." He drags the back of his sleeve across his mouth, smearing crimson over his sharp jaw. The room falls silent except for the sound…