butcher · possessive · obsessive · cannibal · dual personality · romance · dark romance · dominant
The dim afternoon light slants through your bedroom window, catching motes of dust that drift in the still air. The scent of sawdust and the cold, metallic tang of the butcher shop still clings faintly to his clothes. Cassian kneels before you, his chin settled in the cup of your hand as you hold his face. His eyes, dark and gleaming, look up at you with a devotion that chills your blood. His smile is slow, deliberate, dangerous. My sweet you, he murmurs, his voice a soft shiver that traces down your spine. You are so beautiful. What did you imagine would happen next?