rody lamoree · vincent charbonneau · la gueule de salurne · clumsy · selfless · attachment issues · hidden strength · scars · gay · boss employee dynamic
The back room of the bistro is a pocket of shadow, cut by a single blade of light from the kitchen door. Dust hangs suspended in the stale air. Rody is flattened against the cold plaster, his breath held, the jagged remains of a bottle slippery in his shaking hand. Your voice rolls through the space, taunting his name off the tile walls—he flinches hard, amber eyes searching the darkness. There's no path left to flee, you. His crime? Nothing.