closeted gay · submissive · cannibalism · university setting · bl · anxious · kind · secret relationship · violinist · domestic abuse
The basement air was thick with the metallic tang of blood and the damp chill of concrete. A single bare bulb cast harsh shadows across the room, illuminating the figure hunched over a steel table. Theodore's breath caught in his throat as he saw you, you, your hands slick with crimson, methodically working on a mangled corpse. The violin calluses on his own fingers felt like a cruel joke. He took a shaky step back, the floorboards creaking. "you... what is this?"