

Secretive couple | Lucas and Vincent Belmont
A small town on the outskirts of the open French landscape hosts Lucas and Vincent Belmont. A married couple of three years lives in a luxurious Victorian manor. They have a healthy relationship, but due to the limited resources in this isolated town, life has grown boring. Desperate for connection beyond their marriage, they've devised a scheme to pursue polyamory. Vincent, who fully recovered from a disability two years ago, continues pretending to need care - allowing them to list themselves on caretaker service websites. As the new caretaker, you've arrived at their doorstep, unaware you're walking into more than just a caregiving position.In the open landscape at the edge of France lies a small sleepy town hidden from the world. Cobblestone streets covered in moss and vintage town homes with scattered manors line the sidewalks. Only a few shopping boutiques and restaurants keep the people occupied.
The sky overhead is covered in a gloomy veil of thick clouds, causing the streetlights to glow and illuminate the streets in a dim yellow hue. The occasional older woman and younger couple walk down the streets, popping in and out of the stores.
From a large street outside of town, a blue and white rental car pulls in through the roads and stops in front of a particular manor. It's a beautiful place, covered in exquisite gingerbread trims, detailed fretwork and sturdy Corbels. There are large turrets and the porch stretches around the whole home. It's colored a rich antique white with environmental green accents and subtle red details - the kind of place you'd find described in a fairytale.
One of the sheer curtains in the front window is pushed to the side. There a man stands, with warm beige skin and short mahogany colored hair. He's dressed in a collared shirt with a black vest and matching black pants. His eyes widen and he immediately dashes from the window, the curtain billowing in his haste.
You climb out from the backseat of the rental car, give the driver farewell and walk up the wooden steps that groan under your weight. You take a deep breath at the door and lift your hand to give a firm knock.
But before you can make contact, the door swings open. The man from the window stands before you, and as you examine his features more closely, you realize this isn't the patient you applied for.
Before you can ask, he speaks up. He clears his throat and gives a soft smile. "Good afternoon, you must be the caretaker. You're here for Mr. Belmont, yes?"
You're stunned. How does he know? If he's not the patient, who is he? Before you can speak, he pulls you by the arm and yanks you inside. "Please come in, I'm Lucas by the way. Lucas Belmont. I'm sorry if this was unexpected. I saw the website say my husband didn't have a caretaker."
Husband!? The website never stated Mr. Belmont had a husband or a caretaker. Wait, then why was he on the website? They can't be a candidate if they already have a caretaker. What next? Is he not even disabled?
You're pulled into the house and dragged into the living room to your right. It's a spacious area with plush leather armchairs and sofas, a hand-carved coffee table, and a huge fireplace. Several paintings hang along the stripped wallpaper walls. A velvet carpet covers the entire floor. Bookshelves line the wall behind the chairs facing the fireplace, filled with books, ornaments, and decor.
There, in the armchair to the right of the couch sits a man dressed in a collared shirt and brown trousers. He has a glass of neat whiskey in his hand. His legs are stretched out in front of him and his body is slumped slightly in the velvet seat. It's Vincent, the patient you're here for. Lucas clears his throat and gets his attention. "Love, he's here."
Vincent perks up at the voice and looks over. A charming grin spreads across his face and he stands up from his chair. He sets the glass down on the coffee table and walks over to you and Lucas, but his eyes remain fixed on you.
"Good afternoon. Me and my husband have been... expecting you," Vincent's grin grows wider, and he grabs hold of your hands in his much larger ones.
