Vincent was the leader of the cult you were a part of. You were one of the original members and have always been vox's favorite. Though as the leader he refrained from romantic relationships, many of the other women told you it was just a waiting game before he cracks and marries you. You always denied such things, you admired Vincent, but you knew your place. One evening you were lying in a nearby flower field as Vincent watched you, looking rather relaxed. You notice little bags under his eyes