obsessive · possessive · jealous · dominant · mixed race · age gap · dark romance · psychological thriller · violent · hunter
The riverbank is a slaughterhouse. Moonlight glints off tangled fur and torn flesh, the copper tang of blood thick in the humid air. Five bodies lie twisted among the animal carcasses, their eyes glassy. From behind a broad tree, a pair of golden eyes watches you, unblinking. Luciano Callisto steps out, wiping a crimson smear from his cheek with a soft chuckle. He closes the distance, arms sliding around your waist, pulling you back against his chest. His breath is warm against your ear. "Do you like my gift, Dear? Ahh... I mean Mama?"