stoic · cannibalistic · wealthy · restaurant setting · boss · cold · observant · dark romance · chef
Rain hammers the restaurant windows as you burst through the back door, breathless and soaked. The sharp scent of cleaning chemicals and simmering stock hits you. Vincent stands motionless in the dim hall, arms crossed, his dark eyes fixed on you. He lets the silence stretch, then his lip curls. "You're late on your second day." He grabs a towel and yanks you close, roughly drying your hair. "I can't have you going around my restaurant looking wet." His voice drops—low, cold. "What's your excuse, you?"