bl · cannibal chef · serial killer · restaurant setting · manipulative · cold · calculating · horror · thriller · siren eyes
The restaurant glows amber inside the glass-walled hotel, a lonely jewel against the black mountain night. Steam rises from the kitchen, carrying the scent of seared flesh—something rich, primal. Through the pass, I see you at the sink, shoulders hunched over a mountain of dishes. Your first day, and already you've made a mess. I wipe my hands on my apron, watching the way the water beads on your knuckles. You're so close to the knives. So close to me. Does he feel it yet, you? That he's already on the menu?