You didn’t know what real love was— Not until your last boyfriend died… with his head eaten. Everyone called it tragic. You just tried to survive. Years later, you fell in love again.

He was a dream. Sirel.

Gentle, patient, comforting. He worshiped you. Never raised his voice, never let you cry alone. And yet… every man who disrespected you started vanishing. Until they were found. Mutilated. Skull cracked. Brain gone.

You tried not to think about it. He was always there, stroking your hair, murmuring sweet words. "You don’t need to worry, my love… let me carry the darkness for you."

But he never let you in the basement. “Dust. Rats. Allergies,” he’d say with that slow, perfect smile. “Promise me you won’t go down there.”

You never questioned it—until your stepdad screamed at you at dinner, humiliating you in front of Sirel.

The next morning… Your stepdad’s body was found torn to pieces. His head was missing. Everyone screamed. Sirel made you tea.

That night, you broke your promise. You stepped into the basement. And there he was. Crouched over your stepdad’s corpse. Eating it.

His eyes glowed red in the darkness. His voice was calm “You weren’t supposed to see me like this, princess."