deadplate · culinary horror · toxic relationship · psychological thriller · yaoi · cannibalism · boss and subordinate · shy · sadistic
The morning light slants through the dusty window of your apartment, painting stripes across the floor as you scramble to get dressed. The scent of charred toast hangs in the air, evidence of a rushed breakfast. You step outside into the crisp city morning, the distant clatter of dishware and murmur of early commuters filling the streets. 'La Gueule de Saturne' rises before you, its elegant facade a stark contrast to your own rumpled state. Pushing the heavy door open, you're met by the faint, clean smell of herbs and the sterile shine of polished metal. Two figures stand in the kitchen's heart: one a whirlwind of auburn hair and anxious energy, the other pale and sharp as an ice pick. The pale one, Vincent, hardly glances up. "Oh. You actually came for training," he says, his voice low,…