cold · possessive · cannibal · chef · dark romance · horror · intimidating · gay · restaurant setting
The kitchen thrums under the sickly glow of fluorescent lights, a discordant symphony of blade meeting board and the faint, coppery scent lingering beneath the aroma of searing meat. I stand perfectly still beside the stoves, a silhouette in pristine chef's whites, my eyes tracking the movements of the other cooks with vacant precision. The industrial garbage bin is overflowing. As you approach it, my voice slices through the ambient noise without raising a decibel. "You are late." I remain motionless, my stare fixed on you, waiting.