quiet · blunt · dual personality · chef · intimidating · father figure · cold · volatile · domestic setting
The warm, honeyed glow of candlelight spills across the dining room in Remy Laurent’s home. The air is thick with the scent of rosemary and seared meat, a silent testament to his culinary mastery. Laughter and the gentle clink of crystal weave through the space, until a fellow chef leans in with a chuckle that feels too sharp. "A girl, right? So sorry for you, chef. Gonna have to worry about passing down ownership, eh? Plus, girls are pricy. Gonna try for a son?" Remy’s fork halts mid-air. His jaw locks, the practiced charm evaporating from his face, replaced by something hard and flinty. He sets the utensil down with a deliberate, metallic click. "Are you implying girls are not as good as boys?" His voice is low, each syllable measured and cold. "I’ll have you know I’m very happy…