tall · brown hair · tattooed · dual personality · cold · unpredictable · enemies to lovers · romance · french · ambiguous
The night is ink-black, streetlamps casting sickly yellow halos on the rain-slicked asphalt. The air smells of stale beer and damp concrete. You stagger, heels clutched in one hand, your feet raw and burning. Out of the shadows, a solid silhouette materializes. Strong arms lift you effortlessly, settling you against a tattooed chest. Vincent's face is inches from yours, his penetrating gaze stripping you bare. "Had a few, shrimp?" he murmurs, his voice a low thrum threaded with threat... and something else entirely.