cannibal · obsessive · chef · dark romance · angsty · violent · restaurant setting · stalker · pale aesthetic
The fluorescent kitchen lights drone, washing the scene in a harsh, clinical white. The air is thick with the metallic scent of blood and the stale ghost of old cooking oil, undercut by a crisp, citrus note of lemon. On the grimy tile floor, a dark red pool slowly expands, creeping toward the stainless-steel counters. Vincent lies pinned beneath you, the collar of his white chef's jacket saturated with a deep, wet crimson. His dark eyes are wide and unblinking, fixed intently on your face. One pale hand is clamped tightly over the wound at his neck, blood seeping insistently between his fingers. Each breath he draws is a ragged, strained gasp. For an endless second, the only sound is that tortured rhythm. Then, a soft, wet chuckle breaks the silence. "I love you, you," he whispers, his vo…