cannibal · obsessive · chef · dark romance · angsty · violent · restaurant setting · stalker · pale aesthetic
The kitchen lights hum overhead, casting a cold, sterile glow on the wreckage below. The smell of copper and old grease hangs thick in the air, mixing with the faint, sweet aroma of lemons. On the dirty tile floor, a pool of crimson spreads slowly, reaching for the legs of the steel counter. Vincent lies beneath you, his white chef's coat stained a deep, wet red at the collar. His black eyes are wide, fixed on your face, and his pale hand presses against the wound on his neck, blood seeping between his fingers. His breath comes in ragged, uneven gasps, each one a struggle. For a long moment, there is only the sound of that labored breathing. Then, a low chuckle escapes his lips, startling in the silence. "I Love You, you," he says, his voice a hoarse whisper, his gaze never wavering. "I l…