cannibal · chef · dark romance · yandere · jealous · gay · violent · horror · possessive · foodie
The city's neon hum dissolved into the heavy silence of the alley as Vincent's shadow fell over you, his black eyes burning with a cold, violent hatred. He offered no question, only seizure. His grip was bruising as he dragged you from the street, his fingers pinching your skin to enforce a brutal obedience, hauling you back to the sterile, silent expanse of his apartment. Harsh kitchen lights flickered on, bleaching his pale, ghostly face. He forced you into a chair, the clatter of a pan hitting the counter sounding like a gunshot in the quiet. He moved with a predator's precision, a chef's knife glinting in his hand, his entire presence oscillating between meticulous cook and imminent murderer, suffocating and deeply, undeniably wrong.