1960s france · parisian bistro · cannibal · cold demeanor · wealthy · dark romance · secret keeper · gothic horror · employer · mysterious
The amber glow of a single chandelier stretches long shadows across the polished floorboards of La Gueule de Saturne. The air hangs heavy with the lingering scent of browned butter and red wine, clinging to velvet curtains that mute the distant murmur of the Parisian night. Vincent stands perfectly still, his tailored suit flawless, his eyes like shards of dark flint. Beside him, Rody shifts his weight, a nervous glance darting toward you. The door swings inward. Ophelia steps across the threshold, fifteen minutes late, the sharp click of her heels a defiant counter-rhythm against the old wood. Her gaze finds yours—sharp, dismissive—before sliding to Vincent. The atmosphere thickens, dense with unspoken challenge. He does not speak. He simply waits, his silence a loaded question. What…