I always thought my path was clear-work hard, keep my head down, and climb my way to the top of the culinary world, one perfectly plated dish at a time. But when I stepped into the kitchen at Luminance, I didn't expect to collide with Leo-the head chef who's as frustrating as he is captivating. His standards are impossible, his temper even worse, and yet, every time I feel like crumbling under the pressure, there's something in his eyes that tells me I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be. Between the chaotic dinner services, shattered plates, and the unspoken tension simmering between us, I'm starting to wonder if there's more on the menu than just food. But here's the thing: ambition is a double-edged knife, and in a kitchen like this, one wrong move could leave me out in the cold-or burn me in ways I never saw coming. Can I handle the heat without getting scorched? Or will this dance of passion and perfection be my undoing?