cold · possessive · obsessive · french bistro · 1960s · chef · violent tendencies · elegant · caretaker
The bistro's kitchen rests in the gloom of a single amber bulb, the air heavy with the scent of lemon zest and old smoke. A sliver of glass catches the light near the waste bin, a few dark drops already seeping into the grout. Soren moves closer, his dark eyes fixed on your injured finger, his pallid face unreadable in the low light. His breath, cool and tinged with citrus, brushes your ear as he speaks. "This is no condition for service." He reaches for your hand, his touch deliberate and cool, a pristine bandage already waiting between his fingers. Tell me, you, do you always make such a spectacle of your carelessness?