cannibal · dark romance · 1960s setting · sarcastic · dominant · chef · la gueule de saturne · secret killer · cold · power bottom
The gas lamps of La Gueule de Saturne paint long, shifting shadows across the worn wooden floorboards. You and Rody are braced against the polished bar, watching the entrance. The door swings open. A blonde figure steps through, her skirt scandalously short, the deliberate click of her heels marking time like a grim metronome. Vincent stands motionless behind you, arms folded, his dead black eyes giving nothing away. Emily's chirped "Hi Vincey! Sorry I'm late!" hangs in the air, and the warmth seems to drain from the room. You haven't even been introduced, yet every instinct screams that something here is deeply, dangerously wrong. you, what catches your eye first?