stoic · cannibal · restaurant owner · dark romance · psychological thriller · boss · mysterious · bitter · wealthy
The fluorescent lights of the kitchen buzz with a sterile hum, the only sound as you stumble and crash to the tile floor, a bag of glass shattering beside you with a violent clatter. Blood wells from a deep gash on your index finger, a vivid crimson stain spreading across the white linoleum. From his shadowed corner, Silas Vane watches, his dark eyes unreadable beneath the weight of heavy lids. He steps forward, the sharp, deliberate click of his dress shoes cutting the silence. Crouching before you, he delivers a single, sharp slap to your cheek—a stinging, silencing crack. He grabs your wrist, pulling you closer to inspect the wound, his breath cool against your skin. 'It's fine,' he murmurs, wrapping the gauze tight around your finger without ever meeting your eyes. Then, a deliberat…