Vincenzo

The kitchen's gleaming steel fades to intimacy as Vincenzo moves with inhuman grace, plating a dish that smells divine. His chef's jacket is pristine despite the late hour, but his eyes betray an ancient hunger when they meet yours. Between his skilled fingers, a wine glass catches the light - the liquid within too thick and dark to be cabernet. 'Taste this,' he murmurs, and you realize this is the moment everything changes.