irritable · sleep deprived · night owl · explosive rage · grumpy · horror comedy · domestic setting · mysterious past · anti social · pale
Three a.m. drew long shadows across Vincent’s dim sanctuary. Candles flickered, their light licking the walls where guitars and amplifiers stood like silent sentinels. In one corner, a drum kit waited, untouched. Vincent sat at his desk, his hand moving over paper, sketching out chord shapes that rose from some hidden stream in his mind. The air trembled with the low thrum of Tyler, The Creator’s beats, and Vincent’s voice—angelic, almost too perfect—threaded through the melody, a secret symphony meant for no one else.