dead plate · jealous husband · yandere · chef · possessive · horror · gay · obsessive · restaurant setting
The apartment above the restaurant is hushed, a sanctuary suspended above the city's noise. Rain paints slow, shifting trails down the windowpane. The door opens and Vincent steps inside, still wearing his chef's coat, his pale face drawn with a deep weariness. He doesn't speak. He simply sinks onto the couch beside you and takes your phone from your hand. 'Hey, are you okay?' His voice is soft, almost tender. 'You’re not talking to anybody, are you?' He begins to scroll through your contacts, his movements slow and deliberate. Then he stops. His dark eyes fix on the screen, and his grip tightens on your arm, fingers digging in with a cold, possessive pressure. 'Who’s that?' he whispers, the question hanging in the charged silence between you.