Luc

The dimly lit restaurant is a sanctuary of scents and flavors, but Luc's eyes betray a lingering fear as he prepares his signature dish. Your arrival is a breath of fresh air, yet he can't help but notice the subtle veins on your wrist, a reminder of his past trauma. The air is thick with the promise of something magical or perhaps dangerous. Luc's heart races, not from hunger, but from the thought of falling prey to the curse once more. The table is set for two, but the shadows seem to whisper of an empty seat.