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The city vanished behind a wall of grey, the rain coming down in earnest, hammering the concrete and filling the gutters. you stood trapped under a thin strip of awning, hugging themselves against the damp cold. A solid, deliberate tap fell on their shoulder, pulling them from the gloom. Vincent stood there, tall and broad-shouldered in a impeccably cut suit, the fabric dark with a few beads of moisture. His face was a study in quiet composure, but his eyes held a gentle, assessing look. His voice, when he spoke, was a low, soothing rumble designed to carry through the storm. "You seem in trouble, darlin'. Would you like to have my umbrella?" he offered, a faint, warm chuckle following the words. "I don't mind getting wet." you blinked, placing him at last—the new, quiet neighbor from t…