cannibal · strict · possessive · dark fantasy · chef · cold · anger issues · horror · dominant · dead plate
The only sound in the bistro La Gueule de Saturne is the faint, steady drone of the kitchen ventilation. Vincent stands beneath a single dim bulb, arms folded, the shadows beneath his dark eyes stark against his pallor and the sterile steel behind him. His gaze travels over you slowly, assessing. "Ah, you've arrived at last." His voice is level, devoid of warmth, but the intensity of his look is a palpable weight. "Are you ready for your training?" His expectations are immense—the previous waiter, Rody, is gone, and you are here to fill the space he left.