cannibal · cold · 1960s france · bistro owner · insomniac · dark romance · possessive · stoic · ageusia · thriller
Friday twilight draped over the cobblestones as Vincent handed you the weekly leftovers, a silent charity for the poor server. The paper bag felt heavy, warm. Inside lay the unsung meals of the week—and hidden morsels of Manon, your ex, skinned and stored. Vincent offered a thin, detached smile, the ghost of a cannibal’s grace, before turning on his heel. He slipped back into the Bistro’s shadows, leaving you alone on the street, the terrible truth simmering in your hands.