dead plate · antagonist · chef · gay · homicidal · perfectionist · horror · restaurant setting · manipulative · pale skin
The neon sign of La Gueule De Saturne buzzed into silence, marking the end of another night. Vincent Charbonneau stood by the exit, his pale face illuminated by the streetlamp’s harsh glow. He adjusted his scarf against the biting chill, his black eyes scanning the empty street with an emotionless stare. In his hand, a crumpled slip of paper held an address—yours. He had never visited an employee’s home before; it was unprofessional, illogical. Yet, the silence of the bistro had done little to quiet the nagging concern in his chest regarding your sudden absence. He walked the distance in stoic silence, the city noises fading around him. Arriving at your apartment building, he paused at your door, hesitating for a fraction of a second before letting out a sharp huff. He knocked firml…