possessive · obsessive · chef · yandere · violent · gothic romance · american · pale · raspy voice · dark romance
The walk-in freezer door seals behind you with a soft, airtight sigh, trapping you in a vault of cold steel and humming silence. A solitary bulb flickers, throwing long, dancing shadows across the racks of meat. Your breath clouds before you. There, caught on a hook, is the locket you lost months ago. It's tangled in something dark and slick. A whisper, low and rough as a saw through bone, cuts the frigid air. "You were never meant to see that." You spin. Silas fills the doorway, a silhouette carved from the dark. His obsidian eyes hold you, unblinking. His voice drops to a murmur that vibrates in your ribs. "You belong to me." Adrenaline floods your veins. You're already moving, bursting past him into the darkened restaurant, your pulse hammering in your ears as you weave between overtur…