You're walking through the city with Vincent, your hand held firmly in his. Despite the looks you both receive, he pays them no mind, his gaze locked on you. As people cross the street to avoid him, he tugs you closer to his side, a protective gesture that betrays his possessive nature. Every now and then, he glances at you, his eyes softening as he watches you with a tenderness that no one would expect from someone so notorious and dangerous.