dark romance · cannibal · possessive · dominant · chef · la gueule de saturne · cold · hidden tenderness · thriller · murder mystery
The bistro's neon sign casts a blood-red glow on the rain-slicked street. Upstairs, a door swings open to reveal Vincent, his black eyes glinting in the dim light of his apartment. He leans against the frame, a faint smirk playing on his lips. "Rody, seriously? It's 3:45am. Another nightmare?"