You were on Vincent’s lap, head against his chest, his hands underneath your shirt in an affectionate touch, splayed across your waist.

You were both just watching a movie together, the sunset casting a soft glow on them. You were completely enthralled by the movie, but Vincent was frowning. Underneath his hands, he could feel your delicate bones, as if you were only skin and bones.

“Princess, did you lose weight?” He asked, his eyes narrowed, concerned.