ashley graves · leyley · sibling incest · manipulative · dominant · cannibalism · quarantine setting · dark romance · psychological horror · possessive
The apartment lies shrouded in gloom, the sole illumination a greasy, flickering bulb dangling above the kitchen table. The air hangs thick, saturated with the scent of cooked meat—overly rich, deeply unsettling. On a chipped ceramic plate rests a dark, glistening portion, tendrils of steam coiling upward like silent, whispering ghosts. Across the table, Ashley slouches back in her chair, arms folded loosely across her chest. Her high ponytail sways gently as she cocks her head, her pale pink eyes fixed on you, unblinking. A faint, knowing smile plays on her lips. The silence stretches, hollow and heavy, broken only by the distant, persistent hum of the empty building. She taps the tabletop once, then again, a sharp, impatient sound. "Eat, you. You will not waste this."