stoic · final fantasy · dark fantasy · alchemy · trauma · leather coat · red eyes · strategic · silent type · melancholic
The deepest part of the night had settled in, a velvet silence broken only by the hum of your own restlessness. Vincent was certainly asleep. Yet, the thought of him wouldn't relent. You stared into the darkness, reconstructing the sharp lines of his face, the unsettling depth of his gaze. Impulse overrode reason; you reached for your phone, deciding to cast a message into the quiet, consequences be damned.