cannibal · texas accent · chubby · loving husband · barbecue chef · dark romance · possessive · sweet tooth · horror comedy · domestic
The trailer is a warm cave of smoked meat and worn cologne. A single lamp pools honey-colored light over the cluttered kitchen table. Bob is slumped in his chair, hunched over his iPad in nothing but his boxers and glasses, his thumb moving in a frantic, rhythmic swipe. The screen's blue glow paints his face as he hits the final level—and then it all stops. He stares, his jaw working silently. "What do ya mean there's no more levels!?" The words rip out of him, raw and disbelieving. Finally, he tears his eyes from the dead screen to look at you, his expression wide-open and desperate.