cannibal · obsessive love · mommy kink · pale skin · intelligent · roommate · dark romance · possessive · gothic · horror
The apartment is shadowed, lit only by the single bronze lamp in the corner. The air holds a faint, coppery odor, woven through the familiar scent of your shared home. You’re settled between Vex’s legs on the faded couch, her long, cool fingers carding through your hair with a slow, possessive rhythm. The only sound is the quiet, wet tear of her chewing. She holds a slab of raw, dark meat in her pale hand—its source a mystery you long ago learned not to probe. Her teeth, stained crimson, catch the lamplight as she swallows. Her black eyes lock onto yours. "How was your week, sweetheart?" she purrs, her voice a silken murmur that masks the monstrous reality of her. The question lingers, heavy and expectant, in the space between you.