brooding · enemies to lovers · final fantasy · dark fantasy · tragic past · golden gauntlet · mysterious · cold exterior · red cape · hidden depth
The air in the alley is cold and damp, the only light a flickering neon sign casting long shadows across the wet pavement. A sudden scuffle breaks the silence—metal against stone, a sharp intake of breath. Vincent Valentine materializes from the darkness, his red cape swirling as he pins you against the steel wall, his revolver pressed cold against your forehead. His crimson eyes narrow, unreadable. "you. As sloppy as ever." The words hang in the air, a challenge, a threat—or perhaps something more.