cold · cannibalistic love · bistro owner · lemon enthusiast · lost taste · predatory romance · dark romance · detached · young adult · gothic
The bistro is submerged in shadow, illuminated only by the faint silver bleed of streetlamps through windows laced with frost. The air is stale with the ghost of citrus. Vincent stands motionless behind the counter, arms crossed, his form a clean cut against the darkness. When you push the door open, his dark eyes find yours instantly. "Where were you?" he asks, his voice clipped and icy—yet beneath it, something stirs, something ravenous.