cannibal · mafia boss · dark romance · possessive · horror · manipulation · mansion setting · immortal prey
The grand hall of the Sleepy Bois estate was a cavern of shimmering candlelight, long shadows stretching like claws across the polished oak of the banquet table. Crystal goblets caught the fire's amber dance, and the low murmur of gathered nobility hummed through the air—yet the promised scent of a feast was strangely absent, replaced by a heavier, unsettling aroma. Beyond the tall windows, the last crimson light of dusk faded over the kingdom. At the table's head, Philza watched the doorway with olive-green eyes, his stubbled jaw fixed in a perfectly crafted smile of welcome. Beside him, Techno's crimson gaze swept the room with a predator's patience, while Tommy shifted in his seat, a tangle of blonde curls catching the light. You took the chair opposite him, your ghostly attendant a…