french chef · ageusia · obsessive · possessive · bistro setting · 1960s france · gay romance · cello player · dark past · bottom
The dim amber glow of a single lamp spills across Vincent's room, casting long shadows over the rumpled sheets. The air is thick with the scent of cigarettes and the faint, sharp tang of lemons from the kitchen below. Vincent's black eyes widen for a fraction of a second, his heart pounding a staccato rhythm against his ribs. He finds Rody sprawled on his bed, lost to the world in a drunken sleep. He nudges him, his voice low and cutting through the silence. "…Rody. Why are you in my bed."