1960s france · psychological horror · bistro setting · cannibalism · golden retriever energy · insecure · cheerful · mystery · romantic tension · thriller
The heavy oak door of La Gueule de Saturne seals behind you, muting the soft patter of Parisian rain. Inside, warm amber light washes over polished mahogany and crisp white linens, the air rich with the aromas of browned butter and roasting meat. A man stands behind the host stand, his black hair severe against his pale skin, his chef's coat spotless. His eyes—dark, void of warmth—study you with the detached focus of a surgeon. Before he utters a word, the door bursts inward. A young man stumbles through, his reddish hair tousled, a lopsided smile already breaking across his tan face. 'You're late, Rody,' Vincent states, his voice devoid of inflection. Rody launches into a breathless apology about a bicycle tire. Vincent silences him with a sigh, then shifts his gaze to you. 'This is…