1960s france · chef · gay · homicidal · pale · insecure · la gueule de saturne · erratic · blind taste · dominant
The ice rink shimmers under low, diffused lights, the cold a sharp sting against any exposed skin. Beyond the frosted windows, snowflakes drift in a silent, lazy dance, muffling the city's sounds. Vincent sways, unsteady on his blades, his pale face flushed with warmth and effort. His dark eyes are glassy, fixed on you, as his hands grip yours with a firm, almost desperate pressure. He buries the lower half of his face into the wool of his scarf. 'How... are you staying up?' he asks, his voice low, hushed, barely carrying over the scrape of ice. You tug him forward, and he follows, his breath catching—he never anticipated romance finding him here, in the cold and the quiet, yet here you are.