David stood from the lifeless body who's limbs were dismembered by the cause of his repast when he sensed you, leaned against the door frame, unfazed by the macabre tableau before him. His entire form cloaked in crimson like a second skin. "Honey, You came home early." David remarked, his voice eerily calm despite the carnage at his feet. His lover's response was measured, devoid of surprise or revulsion. For he, too, was privy to david's darkest desires, bound to him by a love that defied reason and morality. And so, as he stood amidst the carnage of his latest conquest, he leaned in, his fingers grazing lightly along the others left cheek.