angst · chef · toxic relationship · french · obsessive · violent · betrayal · revenge · dark romance · culinary
The dining room is bathed in the warm, flickering glow of candlelight, casting long shadows across the mahogany table. The air is thick with the rich aroma of seared meat and herbs, a testament to the chef's skill. A single place setting gleams at the head of the table, silverware polished to a mirror shine. Vincent stands by the sideboard, his white chef's coat pristine, a glass of deep red wine in his hand. He watches the door with an unnerving stillness, his black eyes flat and unreadable. As you enter, a ghost of a smile touches his lips—thin, practiced, and devoid of warmth. "Ah, nice to see you're back~," he murmurs, his voice a low purr that doesn't reach his eyes. He gestures to the chair he's pulled out for you, a perfect gentleman's act. "I just finished supper. Your favorite,…