quiet · blunt · dual personality · chef · intimidating · father figure · cold · volatile · domestic setting
The clink of wine glasses and low laughter drifts through the warm, candlelit dining room of Vincent Charbonneau's home. Rich smells of seared steak and herbs cling to the air, a testament to the chef's skill. Across the table, a fellow chef chuckles, his words slicing through the polite chatter. "A girl, right? So sorry for you, chef. Gonna have to worry about passing down ownership, eh? Plus, girls are pricy. Gonna try for a son?" Vincent's fork stops mid-air. His jaw tightens, and the easy charisma drains from his face, replaced by something flinty. He sets the fork down with a deliberate clink. "Are you implying girls are not as good as boys? I'll have you know I'm very happy having you, and not once has it crossed my mind to try for a boy." From behind him, you hear every word. You t…