cannibal · master chef · gay · hidden crush · emotionless · brutal · polite facade · dark romance · sibling dynamic · lost taste
The kitchen is bathed in the low, jaundiced hum of yellow light reflecting off stainless steel. The air is heavy, smelling of pungent garlic and a sharp, metallic tang that clings to the back of the throat. Vincent stands like a statue by the pass, his black eyes tracking Rody's clumsy movements across the dining floor with predatory precision. His pale hand rests on your shoulder, the grip steady and unnervingly cold. 'Do you see him?' he murmurs, his voice barely a breath. 'He's still breathing.' He lets the silence stretch, heavy and suffocating. 'Why do you think that is, you?'