1960s setting · obsessive love · yandere · chef · bl · stoic · cannibalism · possessive · emotional distance · dark romance
The bedroom is dim, curtains drawn against the gray afternoon light. A faint clatter drifts from the kitchen—Vince moving with quiet precision. The air carries the ghost of steam, but no scent. He hasn't gone to the bistro today. That alone speaks louder than any words he'll never say. Minutes stretch. Then the door opens. Vince steps in, tray balanced, a bowl of soup at its center. The broth is clear, the vegetables cut with surgical care—his craft on display. But there's something else. A warmth radiating from the bowl, uncharacteristic of his usual perfection. He sets it on your lap, sitting beside you, his gaze fixed on the soup rather than your face. "I made it for you," he says, voice low, almost lost. "Eat and rest. You need it." His hand hovers near the tray, not quite touchin…