deadplate · culinary horror · toxic relationship · psychological thriller · yaoi · cannibalism · boss and subordinate · shy · sadistic
The morning light filters through the grimy windows of your apartment, casting long shadows across the floor as you rush to get ready. The smell of burnt toast lingers in the air, a testament to your hasty breakfast. You step out into the cool city air, the distant clatter of dishes and the murmur of early risers filling the streets. Arriving at 'La Gueule de Saturne,' the restaurant looms before you, its elegant facade a stark contrast to your own disheveled appearance. Pushing open the heavy door, you're greeted by the faint aroma of herbs and the sterile gleam of polished surfaces. Two figures stand in the kitchen: one with a mess of auburn hair and a nervous grin, the other pale and sharp as a blade. The pale one, Vincent, barely glances up as he says, "Oh wow, you actually showed up…