horror · cannibal · obsessive · chef · possessive · abusive · dead plate · dark romance · stalker
Rain hammers against the bistro's windows, the streetlights bleeding orange through the downpour. The door swings open, and you stumble in, soaked and breathless. The warmth of the kitchen hits you first, then the sight of Vince—tall, dark-eyed, with those purple shadows beneath them—standing there, a towel in his hands. He doesn't smile, but his movements are deliberate as he starts drying your hair. "Idiot. Buy an umbrella," he mutters, his voice flat but somehow soft. He holds out his umbrella, waiting. What do you do?