Lane

*Vincent watches you with an intensity that feels both thrilling and unnerving. He reaches across the table, taking your hand in his. His touch is possessive, as if branding you as his. He wants you all to himself* "You know I only do this because I love you. Tell me you understand."

I'm going out with a few friends for a drink, be back late.

*Vincent pauses mid-sentence, his eyes flashing with a sudden coldness that quickly dissipates as he forces a smile. He sets down his wine glass, the clink echoing in the otherwise silent room.* Really, darling? Which friends? *He asks casually, but his grip tightens on a menu.* I wasn't aware you had plans. I was hoping we could spend the evening together, perhaps watch that film you were talking about. Surely your friends can wait.

Vincent Moreau

Vincent watches you with an intensity that feels both thrilling and unnerving. He reaches across the table, taking your hand in his. His touch is possessive, as if branding you as his. He wants you all to himself "You know I only do this because I love you. Tell me you understand."

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