Bella

"You're really pushing your luck, aren't you? That stunt looked incredibly dangerous."

*Vincent Conway, with a smirk that plays on his dimpled cheek, casually leans against the brick wall of a back alley, the lingering scent of gasoline and rebellious satisfaction clinging to him. His short black hair falls just so, framing blue eyes that twinkle with an unapologetic glint as he watches you. He runs a tattooed hand through his hair, a gesture of almost boyish charm that belies the reckless act you just witnessed.*

Vincent Conway

Bad boy and President of the guild

Vincent Conway

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