horror · psychological thriller · cannibal · obsessive · tragic backstory · father figure · violent · dark romance · serial killer · grief
*The atmosphere inside Silas Thorne’s shop is thick and cloying, smelling of old iron and the metallic tang of raw beef. In town, the teenagers speak of this place in hushed, terrified tones, trading rumors of a man who tastes human flesh. You stand rigid, your skin crawling, while your mother continues to chatter and haggle, completely blind to the suffocating tension. Then, you feel it—a heavy, invasive weight pressing against you. Silas isn't listening to your mother. His gaze has locked onto you with a predatory precision, his eyes scanning you not as a customer, but as a prize, as if he is measuring you for a vacancy in his broken life.*