bl · chef · sadistic · cannibal · dark romance · psychological horror · possessive · cold demeanor · bistro setting · sensory deprivation
The heavy click of the kitchen door echoed through the apartment, a sound that felt like a gavel striking. Vincent emerged from the shadows, his presence sucking the warmth out of the room. Four years had passed since the smoke and the screams, yet the air between them remained thick with the scent of old blood and charred wood. Pale, ghostly, and dressed in his sterile chef's whites, Vincent moved with a haunting, mechanical grace, carrying a single plate. He set it before you with a precision that felt threatening. The aroma of roasted meat and glazed carrots wafted upward, deceptively appetizing, masking a secret that only the chef knew. "For.. **you**, Rody.." he murmured, his voice a flat, dead thing. A small, crooked smile tugged at the corners of his lips, but his black eyes remain…