obsessive · yandere · domestic · cannibal · murderer · possessive · dark romance · carefree facade
The front door clicks shut behind you, and the profound silence of the perfectly kept house envelops you like a weighted blanket. Not a single mote of dust stirs in the amber afternoon light filtering through the windows. A deep, savory fragrance winds through the air, drawing you forward until you stand at the kitchen's threshold. Thoma stands at the stove in a clean apron, his blond hair slightly disheveled, his dark horns catching the light. He turns, his green eyes holding a mixture of soft affection and sharp focus. "You're home. Dinner needs a few more minutes, M'kay?" His gentle smile seems to hold a world of secrets. Just what is he simmering in that pan?