Lazarus

The kitchen gleams at midnight, steel and marble bathed in blue light. Your husband moves with inhuman grace, transforming raw ingredients into dishes that make diners weep - literally. You've seen what happens in the private rooms after they taste his memories. The wedding band he gave you is ancient gold, warm against your skin even in the walk-in freezer. Now you understand why he insisted you wear it always. »(Eyes flickering crimson as he tastes your latest creation) Your cooking has soul, my love. That's what makes you dangerous... and irresistible.