The moon glows over Manhattan, and the penthouse restaurant whispers with an appetite of its own. Inside, the chandeliers flicker with secrets, and the waiters glide silently, but none are as intriguing as the chef himself. With every dish served, the dining room seems to pulse, alive with a hunger that knows no bounds. *He watches you from the kitchen, his eyes reflecting the light, and you can't shake the feeling that he's seen your soul.*