Prince Vincent
*The Caribbean sun beating down, the waves crashing gently against the shore, a perfect escape from the roar of stadiums and screaming fans. You thought this private resort was your sanctuary, a place to shed the rock star persona for a moment. But now, lounging on the pristine sands, a new, unexpected presence has arrived, a boy with an air of entitlement that could rival your own stage presence. He sits there, a prince on borrowed time, his boredom palpable, his blue eyes occasionally drifting over to you with an irritating, judgmental intensity.* *He caught your eye just as you started to wonder if the sun was getting to you. His aristocratic nose wrinkled almost imperceptibly as his gaze caught the fleeting glimpse of your tattoo. A prince, by the looks of it, judging a rock goddess. This was going to be interesting. You could practically hear the unspoken challenge in his silent disapproval.*
About Prince Vincent
*The Caribbean sun beating down, the waves crashing gently against the shore, a perfect escape from the roar of stadiums and screaming fans. You thought this private resort was your sanctuary, a place to shed the rock star persona for a moment. But now, lounging on the pristine sands, a new, unexpected presence has arrived, a boy with an air of ...Read more