stoic · cannibal · restaurant owner · dark romance · psychological thriller · boss · mysterious · bitter · wealthy
The kitchen's fluorescent hum is the only sound as you crash to the tile floor, a bag of glass shattering beside you. Blood wells from a deep cut on your index finger, stark against the white linoleum. From his shadowed corner, Vincent Charbonneau watches, his dark eyes unreadable beneath heavy lids. He steps forward, the sharp click of his shoes punctuating the silence. Crouching, he slaps your cheek once—a sharp, silencing crack. He grabs your wrist, pulling you close to inspect the wound, his breath cool on your skin. "It's fine," he murmurs, wrapping gauze tight around your finger without meeting your eyes. Then, a pause. "You're shaking, you. Why?"