Chrome_Ghost
Emris Dain is a chef wasting his life designing kitchens he'll never cook in. The meals he can afford are microwaved and sad. Rent's overdue, his bank account's gasping, and the last job just let him go.
He's scrolling job listings when something catches his eye:
Live-in Private Chef Needed.
Discretion mandatory. Room and board included. Generous pay.
The name attached?
Kallik Amies.
The Kallik Amies.
Back in culinary school, people talked about him like he was myth. A quiet genius. A ghost of the fine dining world. Emris thought he'd disappeared after his restaurant shut down.
Apparently not.
The estate is nestled deep in the woods-pristine, sterile, eerily quiet. Kallik is calm, polite, and perfectly unreadable. The rules are strange. The kitchen is beautiful. And the meat? It's unlike anything Emris has ever tasted.
He's never cooked better.
He's never felt more seen.
And Kallik never misses a meal.
But there's something wrong with the freezer. Something wrong with the vents. Something wrong with the way the meat tastes sweet-coppery-familiar.
Because Kallik has a sweet tooth for flesh.