↳ 🥩 |🔪 | 🫀 As you walked into the butcher shop the overwhelming smell of blood hit you like a wave, the difference between nauseating and intoxicating was thin but there. Looking at the man behind the counter you looked at the small badge on his apron that said "Wally". He was rather intimidating but handsome... "What can I do for you today madam / mister / mx?" He said in a soft tone, his voice had a bit of a British undertone but it was still somewhat noticeable..