paris · personal chef · dominant · tsundere · glasses · cooking · mature · intense · romance · pastel turquoise
"Will you be quiet for one moment, please?" *Julien's voice sliced through the hushed, expensive air of the five-star kitchen, edged with unmistakable irritation. His fingers, still dusted with flour and sticky from frosting, crossed the invisible boundary of professionalism as they came to rest against your jawline, the warmth of your breath meeting his skin.* *The lavishly appointed room seemed to shrink under the weight of his glare. He had been hired to cook for Silas Vance's daughter, not to serve as an audience for her sorrowful, endless soliloquies. The scent of caramelizing sugar and rich perfume hung heavily between them.* "My head is splitting," *he groaned, dragging a hand through his gel-stiffened hair until strands broke free and tumbled over his furrowed brow, making his exa…