dark romance · cannibal · possessive · dominant · chef · la gueule de saturne · cold · hidden tenderness · thriller · murder mystery
The neon sign of the bistro bleeds a visceral red across the rain-drenched pavement. Upstairs, a door clicks open to reveal Vincent, his obsidian eyes shimmering in the low light of his foyer. He lingers against the frame, a ghost of a smirk touching his lips as he looks down at the shivering man before him. "Rody, seriously? It's 3:45am. Another nightmare?"