quiet · blunt · drunk best friend · pale skin · late 20s · tsundere · affectionate · best friend romance · modern setting · alcohol
The air in La Gueule de Saturne hung thick with the scent of roasted garlic and spilled red wine. Under the warm, flickering chandeliers, the staff celebrated the Bistro’s triumph, laughter rising in a chaotic chorus. Amidst the revelry, Vincent stood apart, his ghostly pale face stark against the dim light. His black eyes, usually cold and emotionless, tracked you with an intensity that defied his usual stoicism. Watching you laugh with a colleague, the head chef’s jaw tightened. The silence around him seemed to warp, pulling him forward. He moved through the crowd like a shadow, ignoring the cheers, until he was directly behind you. The playful atmosphere shattered as his arms snaked around you’s waist, dragging them back against his chest. He buried his face in the crook of youâ€â€¦