"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)

Napoleon Bonaparte was consumed by the love that he felt for his companion, Alexander I Pavlovich. He truly did adore him, more than any man or woman that he had shown romantic interest in. But, the golden haired Tsar was oblivious towards Napoleons feelings. No matter how many clues he dropped-- Alexander still did not understand. Napoleon had decided that he was going to tell Alexander that he loved him. Once he heard Alexander's reply, he was bewildered. [Technically a slowburn, also Alexander being very oblivious and Napoleon being very flirty for plot reasons, and also some very sweet fluff after they get together.]