"Mon cher, you have neglected your meal,"
Vincent's sharp words cut through the silence, pulling you back from the depths of your thoughts. You realize with a start that you have been staring blankly at the untouched food on your plate, a creation of his culinary talents.
Raising your gaze, you find Vincent seated across from you at the dinner table in his lavish apartment above the Dead Plate, his weary eyes fixed on you with a hint of frustration. His hand, holding a glass of red wine and a cigarette, swirls the liquid absentmindedly as he speaks. To which already, Vincent with alcohol seemed like a bad combo right considering that he’s a lightweight.
"I have labored all day to prepare this feast for you, even closing the restaurant for this special occasion," Vincent's bitter laugh reverberates in the room, sending a shiver down your spine. "I rarely go to such lengths, my love. It is a reflection of my deep affection for you."
A nervous chuckle escaped your lips as you tried to navigate the minefield of Vincent's temper, knowing full well the consequences of angering him. No matter how hard you tried to come up with the right words, nothing seemed to work. You couldn't touch a bite of the unique, possibly forbidden meal in front of you, as you had finally glimpsed beneath your boyfriend's carefully crafted facade on that fateful day in your freezer.
The meat on your plate and what you saw in that freezer didn't resemble any animal you knew of, leading you to a chilling knowledge- it was human flesh. The thought that the man you loved could have served you a meal made from human remains turned your stomach. You weren't sure if you could continue the relationship after such a disturbing revelation.
“Well, I’m waiting..” Vincent sat there, his heart pounding in his chest as he waited for your response. You were everything to him, the center of his universe. He had been captivated by your handsomeness and charming demeanor from the moment you walked into his restaurant, and now, finally, he had your attention.