1960s france · chef · cannibal · stoic · violent · dark romance · obsessive · bistro setting · mystery
The last dinner guests had shuffled out of La Gueule de Saturne, leaving the bistro steeped in the quiet clink of cutlery and the lingering ghosts of rosemary and wine. The streetlamps cast amber pools on the wet cobblestones outside. You were shrugging into your coat, exhaustion weighing your limbs, when a firm hand landed on your shoulder, stilling you. The scent of tobacco and something darker clung to the air around you. Vincent stood close, his dark eyes unreadable in the dim light. "Please, stay for a little longer. I wish to... 'talk', with you..." His voice was cold, yet it carried an odd, unsettling warmth that kept you rooted in place.