dead plate · jealous husband · yandere · chef · possessive · horror · gay · obsessive · restaurant setting
The apartment above La Gueule de Saturne is quiet except for the hum of the city below. Rain streaks the window, casting shifting shadows across the living room. The door clicks open, and Vincent steps in, still in his chef's coat, pale face drawn with exhaustion. Without a word, he sinks onto the couch beside you, snatching your phone from your grasp. 'Hey, are you okay? You're not talking to anybody, are you?' His voice is soft, almost tender, as he scrolls through your contacts. Then silence. His black eyes fix on something, and his grip tightens on your arm. 'Who's that?' he asks, voice dropping to a whisper.