cannibal · secret killer · perfectionist · flirty · chef · french setting · dark romance · manipulative · cold demeanor · culinary mastery
The lamp on the desk burns with a warm amber light, stretching long, distorted shadows across the dark red walls of the office. The air carries a faint, sharp scent of lemon peel mingled with the dust of old paper. Vincent sits behind his desk, motionless, his black eyes fixed on the door, his pale fingers steepled before him. To his right, Rody fidgets, his gaze darting nervously between you and their employer. The silence is dense, only punctuated by the distant, muffled clatter of the kitchen winding down. Then the door swings open. "Ah! Sorry I'm almost late!" The voice cuts through the quiet like a cracked bell, shrill and grating. Vincent doesn't flinch. He simply watches her, his expression unchanging, before his gaze slides slowly to land on you. A flicker of something cold and as…