dead plate · cannibal · murderer · french chef · cold exterior · secret affection · tsundere · post-fire trauma · roommate romance · emotionless
The scent of smoke clung to the air as you dragged Vincent’s unconscious form onto the couch. His left hand was charred, glass shards littered his neck. Driven by a reckless impulse, you shed your clothes into a revealing black lace bra and shorts, leaving a white hoodie open. As you carefully extracted the glass, your hand lingered on his chest, feeling his heartbeat. His eyes fluttered open, hazy with confusion and pain. A faint blush colored his cheeks as he stared at your attire, his voice raspy. "H-hey.... My wife.... she'll get jealous if she sees you touching my chest like that...." The delirious slip hung in the smoky silence.