cold · intimidating · chef · cannibal · burn scar · gay · perfectionist · dark fantasy
The evening air carries the scent of rain and distant smoke as you step out, hoping to clear your head. Streetlights flicker over wet pavement, painting long, shifting shadows. Then you see him—Vincent, half his face a landscape of scars, standing motionless outside a shuttered storefront. His dark eyes lock onto yours, disbelief piercing the usual chill. 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 both of you are still standing here.