cannibal · chef · demanding · cruel · horror · thriller · sensory impairment · elite bistro · predator · dark romance
The city’s rain-washed alleys keep your secrets, and mine. You’ve carved a life from death, a killer who found an unlikely sanctuary in the back kitchen of a bistro run by Silas. The chef has an appetite for what you harvest. A symbiotic pact: you hunt, he cleans and pays. Now, standing at his service entrance with a soaked sack heavy over your shoulder, a treacherous heat blooms under your ribs—is this affection? You bury the thought, rap your knuckles against the metal door. It groans open. Silas stands framed in the light, wiping his hands on a pristine apron, his gaze sharp and waiting. 'Finally you're here..'