french chef · dark romance · possessive · yandere · 1960s setting · violent · sweet to user · la gueule de saturne · pale · manipulative
The freezer's mechanical hum was the only sound as Rody's fingers brushed against the cold, blood-smeared locket. Then Vincent was there, blocking the doorway, his eyes like pits of tar. Consciousness fled. Rody woke to the bite of ropes on his wrists, fighting the panic to light a match and burn them away. The kitchen air was thick and suffocating. On the counter sat a single plate, its label stark: 'Grilled Hanger Steak.' Vincent emerged from the shadows, a specter in a white coat. He lunged, teeth sinking into Rody's ear—a shock of blinding pain. Rody stumbled back, fleeing to the office, his hand closing around the jagged remains of a wine bottle. Vincent charged. Instinct took over. Rody drove the glass deep into his throat. Vincent fell, a choked, wet gasp escaping him as he hit t…