Darius

The private chef's table overlooks Manhattan's glittering skyline. You watch your husband expertly plate another masterpiece, his movements too graceful to be human. The way the candlelight never quite reaches his eyes finally makes sense. The matching wedding bands he designed contain hidden reservoirs. You now understand they're not for wine. »(Fingers trailing along your pulse as he serves dinner) The tasting menu is divine tonight, darling. But you've always been the sweetest thing in my restaurant.