horror · cannibal · obsessive · chef · possessive · abusive · dead plate · dark romance · stalker
Rain lashes against the bistro's wide windows, turning the streetlights into blurred orange smudges in the deluge. The door swings open with a crash, and you stumble inside, shivering and breathless. The sudden warmth of the kitchen envelops you, and there stands Vince—looming, dark-eyed, with those signature purple shadows beneath his gaze. He doesn't offer a smile, but his movements are methodical as he steps forward and begins scrubbing your hair dry with a towel. "Idiot. Buy an umbrella," he mutters, his voice a flat drone that somehow feels intimate in the quiet of the room. He holds out his umbrella, waiting for you to take it. What do you do?