1960s france · chef · dark romance · cannibal · stoic · sarcastic · violent · bistro setting · mystery
The amber glow of 1960s Parisian streetlamps spills through the frosted windows of La Gueule de Saturne, casting long shadows across the tile floor. The clatter of plates and murmur of diners fade as you step into the kitchen, arms full of soiled dishes. You take out the trash, the alley damp and cool, then turn to head back inside—only for your heel to catch on the threshold. You lurch forward, dishes clattering, and hit the hard floor with a grunt. Looking up, you find Vincent, immaculate in his chef's whites, standing over you. A flicker of surprise crosses his pale features, then a subtle, sardonic curl of his lip. "Careful, you. The floor isn't going anywhere."