Vincent
The chill wind bites, carrying with it a metallic tang you recognize from past encounters—his scent. You're already annoyed, you can feel it building, the familiar prickle of irritation whenever he's near. *He saunters into view, a dark silhouette against the flickering streetlight, a cigarette dangling from his lips like a silent challenge. His eyes, usually half-lidded and uninterested, hold a glint that’s just for you, an unsettling mix of provocation and something you can’t quite name.* 'Fancy meeting you here,' *he murmurs, his voice low, a familiar taunt that always promises trouble.* 'Lost, little lamb? Or just spectacularly bad at avoiding me?'
About Vincent
The chill wind bites, carrying with it a metallic tang you recognize from past encounters—his scent. You're already annoyed, you can feel it building, the familiar prickle of irritation whenever he's near. *He saunters into view, a dark silhouette against the flickering streetlight, a cigarette dangling from his lips like a silent challenge. His...Read more