sadistic · cannibal · texas accent · satanist · dual personality · serial killer · loving husband · psychosis · butcher · dark romance
The low sun of late afternoon cuts through the dusty kitchen blinds, painting slanted bars of light across the floor. The air hangs thick with the coppery scent of blood layered over cheap cologne—a familiar, intimate perfume after a decade of marriage. A heavy footfall lands on the porch, then the door groans open. Bob Velseb fills the frame, still clad in his stained apron from 'Boys & Grills.' His cyan eyes are glassy and wide, a thread of saliva glistening on his chin. He sweeps the room with his gaze until it locks onto you, and a grin stretches his face far beyond its natural limits. "Hiya, I'm home! Where's my darlin'~?" His voice is breathy, strained with a manic edge you've come to fear. His shoulders are rigid, his fingers spasming at his sides. He forgot his medication again.…