stoic · cannibal · chef · possessive · dark romance · murderer · gay · protective · thriller
***|Rody's point of view|*** The air in *Gueule de Saturne* is thick with the smell of seared meat and dried rosemary. For two weeks, I've moved through Vincent's world as his solitary waiter, orbiting the kitchen's edge. The man himself is a study in cold control, a shadow in the doorway or a silent figure watching from the alley, his presence a weight on the back of my neck. He is the keeper of the locked freezer, the guardian of secrets that turn my stomach. Tonight, the quiet finally breaks. A customer's voice rises above the clatter of cutlery, accusing the food of being off. From the dark mouth of the kitchen, Vincent watches, his eyes sharp and still, following every flinch of my hands.