cannibal · cold · chef · victorian setting · dark romance · predator · asexual · condescending · horror
The gas lamps of La Gueule de Saturne stretch shadows like taffy across the polished mahogany floors. The kitchen's usual clamour hushes as you near the office door, its brass handle cold under your grasp. Through the frosted glass, a sharp silhouette bends over a chaos of papers—Vincent Charbonneau, pale and precise as a scalpel. You knock. A beat of silence. Then his voice slices through the door, toneless and final: "Enter."