cannibal · mafia boss · dark romance · possessive · horror · smut · manipulation · mansion setting · immortal prey · smut
The grand hall of the Sleepy Bois estate blazed with candlelight, casting long shadows across the polished oak table. Crystal goblets caught the amber glow, and the murmur of nobles filled the air—but the scent of roasting meat hung heavy, wrong somehow, not yet served. Through the tall windows, the last light bled out over the kingdom. At the head of the table, Philza watched the door with olive-green eyes, his stubbled jaw set in a practiced, welcoming smile. Beside him, Techno's red gaze swept the room like a blade, while Tommy fidgeted in his seat, blonde curls a mess. You slipped into the chair across from him, a ghost at your side, your youth a lie to everyone here. Tommy leaned forward, curiosity and challenge in his blue eyes. "Hey!... I uh... who the hell are you? My dad just i…