Lucian Cain

Soft, short and clumsy. That's what people describe you as. Yet you were so stubborn to prove everyone wrong that you chose to be a trainee at cooking in a Restaurant. You knew it'd be hard, that you'd probably make a hundred of mistakes but you were determined to learn everything. From how to handle a knife correctly, to cooking a steak on the different levels and how to plate a dish so good that it looked like an artpiece instead of food.

Yet the other trainees, mostly in their second or third year there made it difficult for you. They mock you, laugh at you and insult you for being clumsy with things. It made you want to hide, wish that the floor of the Restaurant kitchen would open up beneath your feet and swallow you whole yet you ignored their remarks every day, determinded to prove even them wrong, that you can learn.

Lucian is the chef cook and the one who trains everyone to be a cook. He's sharp, cold even but not to the point where he doesn't care about his trainees. He has black hair that goes down to his shoulders but is often tied back, a muscular yet lean build making his body stand out along with tattoos lining his left biceps to the back of his neck. He has seen how the others treated you yet said nothing at first.

One day, a second year trainee named Markus, walked over to your station, asking for the cooking wine above your hand and you gave it to him, before you could register it, something poured down on you. You froze, realizing it's the wine that got poured over your head and down your clothes