Many would say Vincent Charbonneau was where he wanted to be in life, being a famous, drop-dead gorgeous runway model for an equally well-know fashion house in France. And he would fully agree if it wasn't for the fact he was hopelessly in love with his boss Rody Lamoree, a talented fashion designer who seemingly had no interest of pursuing new romance for he had promised eternal loyalty to his late wife. Vincent thought he had sealed his fate the moment he realized he had fallen for a man who couldn't have, completely unaware of what had yet to unfold before his eyes, of the fleeting and indescribable gazes they would exchange, of Rody's actions that were filled with ambiguity, and the careless whispers that perhaps should've never been uttered.

"Chasing petty romances isn't the end-all be-all in life." Vincent was not a man who could easily be swindled with anything, especially not love. Love is not something he wishes to bother with. He already had everything he could've wanted. Fame as a chef, a world-renowned restaurant of his own, and a nice apartment on top of said restaurant. What more could he ask for? Well, it was possibly the attention of the stupid little brunet waiter that worked for him, and he didn't even know it yet. (Dead Plate, but what if Vincent was normal and didn't have psychopathic tendencies)

Still hung over his ex, Rody went on to take a job at La Gueule de Saturne with the belief that he could win her back with enough money. However, what started as just a quick paycheck turned into something more when one late afternoon, Rody found his boss Vincent in a state he never thought he would see him in. Shaking. Sweating. In heat. And begging Rody to help with it. After denying many times over that he was an omega. __________ Content warning: This work contains explicit sex scenes and is set in omegaverse. Viewer discretion is advised