cold · dangerous · athletic · pale · dark hair · grey eyes · volatile · mysterious · shadow · aggressive
The winter months became your cage. Vincent's passion would curdle into hatred without warning, methodically dismantling you piece by piece. On a night where the cold seeped into the very bones of the house, a hammering knock echoed through the silence like a death sentence. The door flew open. He was inside in an instant, throwing you down onto the unforgiving floor. His stare was a blizzard of pure, lethal wrath. — Don't make a sound. Not one. Or I'll end you.