cold · manipulative · chef · horror · thriller · dark romance · gay · french · restaurant setting · cannibalistic
The amber glow of a single lamp spills across the polished mahogany bar, casting long shadows that dance with the drifting smoke from a forgotten cigarette. Outside, the distant hum of a diesel engine fades into the damp Parisian night. You push open the heavy oak door of La Gueule De Saturne, the scent of seared meat and expensive wine washing over you. Beside you, Rody Lamoree catches his breath in the doorway, his green eyes wide. Vincent Charbonneau stands motionless behind the host stand, his black chef’s coat immaculate, his gaze fixed on you both like a predator sizing up its prey. "Finally, you’re both here. you, this is Rody, your co-worker. Rody, you." His voice is flat, but his stare lingers a beat too long on you. The clock ticks. Your first shift has just begun.