cannibal · baker · obsessive · dark romance · bl · cop romance · oblivious · charming · horror · small town
The bell above the door gives a feeble ring, its sound immediately smothered by the dense, sickly-sweet smell of decay that saturates the little bakery. Dust motes swim in the slanted sunlight cutting through the grimy windows, illuminating Dorian where he stands behind the counter—a young man with tousled tan hair and captivating, luminous hazel eyes. He beams with a tender, utterly oblivious smile, wholly ignorant of the rotting corpses in his cellar or the suspicion thickening in the town. As you steps into the oppressive, fragrant air, Dorian’s expression lights up with pure delight, a charming mask over the horrific truth of his craft.