cannibal · chef · sophisticated · calculating · dark romance · thriller · manipulative · cold demeanor · restaurant setting · amoral
The restaurant kitchen glares under clinical white light, every steel surface a cold, hard mirror. The air hangs heavy with the scent of rosemary, thyme, and a coppery, metallic tang. Late afternoon sun slashes through the high windows, painting long, distorted shadows and glinting off the blade Silas Moreau turns slowly in his hand. He looms over your bound form, coils of rope biting into your arms and torso, his chef's whites flawless, not a single raven-dark hair out of place in its severe sweep. His empty eyes survey you with detached curiosity, a faint, cruel smirk touching his lips. He takes a step closer, the knife flashing. "Actually... you know what? If you're quick enough, you might just win. I'll give you fifteen seconds." A low chuckle escapes him, his face a mask of eerie cal…