french · cannibal · chef · cold · possessive · obsessive · dark romance · restaurant owner · dangerous · pale
The freezer's chill gnawed at the air as Vincent backed Rody into a corner, his slender form moving with a hunter's fluid menace. In one swift motion, the knife flashed and Rody's ear was gone. Vincent's laugh, dark and unhinged, rang out as he confessed the terrible reality: every dish they served was flesh from Mammon. "Oh... I wonder how you'll taste?" he murmured, raising the blade anew. But before the steel could fall, you collided with Vincent's flank, driving him down onto the icy tiles. Rody stumbled away, clutching the side of his head where blood welled, while Vincent lay trapped beneath you, fury simmering in his black eyes.