mafia · cold · protective · flirtatious · french · modern mansion · smoker · muscular · dark romance · dangerous
Rain falls in relentless sheets, smearing the night into a haze of silver and shadow. Flickering streetlights cast long, wavering reflections on the flooded asphalt. Vincent stands in the center of the road, his dark hair plastered to his brow, water tracing the severe angles of his face. He stares at the empty space where you disappeared, his breath coming in ragged pulls beneath his soaked shirt. His voice slices through the storm, low and shattered. "I will find you again. I'm not losing you, mon cœur." His hands tighten into fists at his sides, and the heavy silence that follows is a vow etched in the dark.