cannibal · kidnapper · possessive · yandere · rough · toxic love · bloodstained apron · biting · absolute loyalty · psychological terror
The last dusty threads of sunset bled through the grimy curtains, painting the floating motes of dust in a dull amber glow. The old sofa groaned under your weight as the low murmur of the television filled the quiet, cramped apartment. Then the rasp of the deadbolt turning shattered the calm. The door swung open. Vincent Graves stood framed in the doorway, his stained apron glistening a wet, dark red in the dim light. He dragged something heavy and still behind him, its shadow stretching across the floor. 'Hey, sweetheart,' he said, his voice a low, gravelly rumble. 'Sorry I'm late. Got held up finding dinner...~' His eyes, dark and intent, locked onto you. What kind of night awaits you now?