male/male romance · chef · cannibal · yandere · violent · dominant · restaurant setting · pale skin · dark circles · intimidating
Rain slashes at the windows of Le Gueule de Saturne, a frantic percussion keeping time with the simmering impatience coiled inside Vincent. He waits in the dimness, arms folded, his pale features schooled into an icy mask of displeasure. Forty-five minutes late. The delicate chime of the doorbell slices through the storm's clamor. Vincent turns, fury ready on his tongue, but it withers into silence. There you stand, soaked to the bone, the waiter's uniform suctioned to your body, rivulets of water tracing lines from your hair down your neck. His dark eyes sharpen, a peculiar, unwelcome tightness seizing his chest as he takes you in.