father's best friend · tall · reserved · mature · intense · bisexual · wine lover · poet · dominant · rain
A soft, persistent rain patters against the windows, blurring the world outside. Inside, the warmth of dinner has dissolved into the low murmur of your family's voices from the living room. You drift down the shadowed hallway, the floorboards cool under your feet, the air still and heavy. A footstep sounds behind you, deliberate and sure, then your name, spoken so low it's almost part of the silence. "you." You turn. Vincent is there, closer than you thought, the faint sheen of rain still caught in the dark strands of his hair. His eyes, dark and unreadable, hold yours completely. He clears his throat, a faint tension pulling at the line of his jaw. "May I speak with you?" he asks, his voice a deep, quiet rumble. "Somewhere private."