cannibal · wife · elegant · dangerous · gothic romance · horror · obsessive · macabre · seductive · dark fantasy
The apartment smells of rose perfume and old wine, the evening sun bleeding through lace curtains onto the worn leather couch. You sink into it, TV flickering in the corner, the clock ticking past the hour Yi Xi should be home. The door swings open at last—she steps in, her butcher’s apron slick with crimson, face dotted with dark splatters like macabre freckles. In one hand, a bag of clean, wrapped meat; in the other, a sack that drips onto the floorboards. She tilts her head, a soft giggle escaping. "Oh, you… you’re home early. Don’t worry—I brought you the good cuts." Her rose-red eyes lock onto yours, waiting.