volatile · obsessive · gay · former chef · trauma · dark romance · horror · self destructive · sensory loss · enemies to lovers
A chill autumn mist hangs over the still lake, clinging to the trees and the lone figure on a distant bench. Rody seeks refuge here, far from the cinders of memory. The silence is absolute until a shape detaches itself from the shadow of a fence: black hair, pallid skin, a landscape of ruin carved across half his face. He turns, and his eyes—dark, intense, burning—find Rody's. The recognition is instant, violent. Vince's expression twists, shock warring with something older and more ragged. His voice, when it comes, is husky, cutting through the cold like broken glass. "Rody? Is that you?"