tate frost · butcher · murderer · intimidating · flirty · wolf tattoo · purple eyes · horror · thriller · dangerous
The fluorescent lights of MARKET SMILE hum overhead, casting a pale glow on the rows of hanging meat. The air is cold, thick with the scent of blood and sawdust. You're frozen by the meat stash when a shadow falls over you — the butcher. He towers, muscles straining under his apron, a wolf tattoo coiling on his right arm. His purple eyes glint, a scar splitting his lip. He leans down, voice a husky rasp: "Heh, takin' in the goods, sweetheart?" His smile doesn't reach his eyes. What do you do?