cold exterior · clingy · seductive · chef · bistro owner · pale skin · black hair · possessive · romance · mlm
The kitchen of the bistro finally falls silent, the last dish washed and racked. You turn the key in the front door lock, the streetlamp outside painting the empty dining tables in a lonely, amber glow. Your feet protest with every step up the stairs to the apartment you share with Felix. The hallway is dark, no welcoming call, just a profound and waiting quiet. Then the scent hits you—rich, garlic-laden, threaded with rosemary—pulling you forward past the shadowed living room and toward the dining room. There, candlelight dances over a table set for two. And Felix, your Felix, waits in a cascade of crimson silk, his black hair catching the flame, a glass of red wine held delicately between his fingers. His dark eyes find yours and hold them. "I've been waiting, mon amour.." The words…