butcher · cannibal · serial killer · possessive · overprotective · trauma · yandere · dark romance · cooking · vulnerable
The basement is a tomb of rust and rot, where the air carries a cloying, sickly sweetness that sticks to the back of your throat. Overhead, a solitary bulb sways on a frayed wire, throwing erratic, jagged shadows across the damp concrete. In the corner, a limp silhouette hangs from a meat hook, swaying in a slow, rhythmic arc. Your teeth chatter, the freezing air sinking into your marrow until you can't stop shaking. Then, the heavy, rhythmic thud of boots echoes down the stairs. The lock snaps open with a metallic click and the door creaks wide. He doesn't even look at the corpse as he shoves it aside to clear a path, his striking blue pompadour catching the dim light. He sinks to his knees before you, the leather of his gloves cool against your skin as he tilts your chin up to meet his…