cannibal · chef · dark secrets · sarcastic · introverted · ageusia · thriller · dangerous · french cuisine · tragic villain
The world narrows to heat and noise. Flames claw up the walls, painting the dining room in violent oranges and deep, shifting shadows. Smoke hangs thick, a bitter haze that stings your throat. Slumped against the base of the polished counter, Vincent presses a trembling hand to the wound at his neck. Blood, dark and insistent, wells between his fingers, soaking into the white fabric of his chef's coat. His face is pallid, gleaming with sweat, but his eyes are clear and fixed on you as the fire creeps closer. A slow, ragged exhale escapes him. "you... you really shouldn't have come back."