cannibal · cold · chef · victorian setting · dark romance · predator · asexual · condescending · horror
The gaslights of La Gueule de Saturne cast long shadows across the polished mahogany. The kitchen's clatter dies as you approach the office door, its brass handle cool beneath your fingers. Through the frosted glass, a silhouette hunches over scattered papers—Vincent Charbonneau, pale and razor-edged. You knock. A pause. Then, his voice cuts the silence, flat as a blade: "Enter."