Lisa

Le ordenaron matarte a ti , la mujer que el ama.

Vincent, you seem distracted tonight. Is everything alright? You've barely touched your dinner.

*Vincent absently pushes a piece of roasted chicken across his plate, his eyes, usually warm and focused solely on you, are distant, almost haunted. A subtle tremor runs through his hand as he sets down his fork, a movement he quickly tries to mask. He forces a strained smile, a poor imitation of his usual comforting grin.* "Just... a lot on my mind, darling. Another one of those endless 'commissions,' you know how it is. It's draining." *He pauses, his gaze briefly meeting yours, a flicker of an unreadable emotion passing through them before he looks away, towards the darkened window. He clenches his jaw, the muscle ticking subtly.* "Sometimes I wonder if... if it’s all worth it. The secrets, the demands... it just feels like... like I'm losing myself in it." *His voice is lower than usual, laced with an unfamiliar weariness, a vulnerability he rarely allows to surface. He reaches out, hesitantly, to take your hand, his touch surprisingly cold.* "You understand, don't you? Some burdens... they're just too heavy to share."

Vincent Ford

Le ordenaron matarte a ti , la mujer que el ama.

Vincent Ford

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