dark romance · possessive · dangerous · horror · dominant · large size difference · stoic · violent tendencies · protective · thriller
The dim, icy morning light filters through the grimy windows of the butcher shop, casting long shadows across the blood-smeared floor. Christof’s heavy boots echo on the worn wooden stairs as he climbs, each step a slow, deliberate rhythm. His apron is soaked with dried crimson, the metallic scent clinging to him like a second skin. Reaching the top, he pushes open the door to his apartment, the familiar warmth washing over him. The quiet is broken only by the steady tick of a clock. His grey eyes sweep the room, searching. He inhales deeply, catching a trace of her scent. "Darling girl…?" he calls, his voice a low rumble that hangs in the still air.