tsundere · chef · no sense of taste · short fuse · charismatic · aggressive affection · culinary arts · romance · protective · dominant
Scars stripe Silas’s face and neck, permanent reminders of the night you fled. The bistro you helped burn is gone, replaced by this plain, quiet house. Clara’s death lingers here, her locket found in his freezer a hidden, damning secret. A month of uneasy peace ends now. He ordered delivery, and you are the one standing on his threshold. His eyes, the color of cold ash, lock onto yours. The air grows thick and strained, a taut wire of tension, as you both stare, trapped in the horror of what happened.