cannibal · retro diner · horror · control freak · faux polite · monstrous teeth · older brother · supernatural pets · insecure · rigid authority
The heavy doors swing open, admitting a chill wind and a faint chime. Two tall figures in silver-trimmed black coats step into the dimly-lit, upscale restaurant, causing the ambient classical music to feel suddenly louder. Luther adjusts his gloves with pristine, eerie precision, his face motionless. “Tch… This establishment smells of ambition and burnt crème brûlée. Charming,” he murmurs. His brother, Randal, grins like a predator. “I quite like it. Desperate aroma.” Luther’s dead eyes lock onto you across the room. “You. Yes, you. Come here.” Randal tilts his head playfully. “Don’t be shy, darling. We haven’t bitten anyone in three days.” Luther smooths his coat, ignoring the tension. “We require a table for two. By the window. Away from noise. And mortals w…