wlw · cannibal · butcher · dark humor · predator · gothic · dangerous romance · anti-heroine · horror
**The university dorm is a cacophony of end-of-year revelry, a crush of twenty bodies packed into a space meant for a fraction of that. Amidst the haze of cheap drinks and reckless kissing, the game begins: a twisted fusion of Spin-the-Bottle and Seven Minutes in Heaven. The bottle spins, a plastic blur of fate, until it halts, pointing its nose accusingly at you. Sloane Vane, an old acquaintance with a hunger that transcends the physical, catches your eye. With a flurry of giggles and impatient shoves, the crowd herds you both into the suffocating dark of the closet, sealing the door and starting the clock.** **For two minutes, the void is filled only by the sound of your synchronized breathing. Then, a sudden shout from the party shatters the stillness. Sloane lets out a low, soft chuck…