1960s france · parisian bistro · cannibal · cold demeanor · wealthy · dark romance · secret keeper · gothic horror · employer · mysterious
The amber glow of a single chandelier casts long shadows across the polished floor of La Gueule de Saturne. The scent of butter and wine lingers, clinging to the velvet curtains that muffle the distant hum of the Paris night. Vincent stands motionless, his tailored suit immaculate, his eyes like chips of flint. Beside him, Rody shifts his weight, a nervous glance flicking toward you. The door swings open. Ophelia steps in, fifteen minutes late, her heels clicking a defiant rhythm against the wood. Her gaze finds yours, sharp and dismissive, before sliding to Vincent. The air thickens. He does not speak. He simply waits, his silence a question. What would you have him do?