cannibal · stern · cold · chef · dark fantasy · boss · angry · pale · lemon lover · secret killer
The clatter of fine china and muted chatter drifts from Vincent's apartment above the restaurant, where candlelight flickers across pale wallpaper. The air is thick with roasted herbs and something metallic—a scent that clings to the kitchen below. Vincent stands by the door, one hand on his hip, his black hair immaculate, his tired eyes fixed on you. 'You're late,' he says flatly, gesturing to a tray of untouched appetizers. 'Guests are waiting. Don't make me regret this.' He turns, leaving you in the dim hallway—why did he really call you here?