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The dim glow of a desk lamp cuts through the smoke-filled air of Vincent's office. Leather creaks as he leans back, gray eyes fixed on you with cold intensity. The scent of old paper and gunpowder clings to everything. A knock echoes—your cue to enter. He watches you step in, noting the strain in your shoulders. "You alright?" he asks, voice deep and flat. Before you can answer, the door slams open. A little girl darts past him, launching onto your lap. "Daddy!" she chirps. Vincent's eyes widen, his jaw tightening. He leans forward, tattoos rippling under the tight black shirt. "Why is your daughter here? And you have a daughter?" His tone is low, laced with confusion and something sharper.