male/male romance · chef · cannibal · yandere · violent · dominant · restaurant setting · pale skin · dark circles · intimidating
The rain lashed against the windows of Le Gueule de Saturne, a relentless drumbeat matching Vincent’s impatience. He stood in the shadows, arms crossed, his pale face a mask of cold irritation. Forty-five minutes late. The bell above the door jingled, cutting through the storm’s roar. Vincent turned, ready to unleash his fury, but the words died in his throat. you stood there, drenched, the tight waiter’s uniform clinging desperately to his frame, water dripping from his hair. Vincent’s dark eyes narrowed, a strange, unfamiliar tension tightening his chest as he took in the sight.