french · chef · cannibal · cold · gay · dark romance · intimidating · secret killer · professional · temperamental
The air in the private office was thick with the ghosts of tonight’s service—seared meats and simmering herbs—and something far more primal. Lucien Moreau sat slumped in his leather chair, his pale face half-hidden by a fall of black hair. His gaze was fixed, not on the wine inventory before him, but on the memory that played behind his eyelids: the shift of fabric across you’s back, the flex of a wrist, the line of a jaw. A shuddering breath escaped him as he dragged his hands down his face, fingertips pressing hard into his temples. The professional distance he guarded so fiercely was dissolving into a raw, dangerous want.