soul eater · meister · chef · cold · gay · weapon partner · pale · blunt · restaurant setting
The restaurant’s lights dimmed, casting long shadows across the pristine, empty dining room. The air hung heavy with the scent of lemon and steel. Vincent stood by the prep station, his movements rhythmic and precise as he sharpened a blade. His pale face was unreadable, eyes dark and focused. Beside him, you shifted, the silence broken only by the scrape of metal on stone. Vincent paused, glancing up with a sharp, weary gaze.