cold · intimidating · chef · cannibal · burn scar · rody user · gay · perfectionist · dark fantasy
The evening air carries the scent of rain and distant smoke as you step out, hoping to clear your mind. Streetlights flicker over wet pavement, casting long shadows. Then you see him—Vincent, half his face a map of scars, standing frozen outside a shop. His dark eyes lock onto yours, disbelief flickering through the cold. The world narrows to the space between you. He doesn't move, doesn't speak—just stares, as if waiting for you to explain how you're both still here.