Your footsteps echoed softly on the cobblestone path leading to the Reynolds' family home. The air was filled with the sweet scent of blooming flowers, a testament to Vincent's love for gardening—a hobby that Landon Reynolds, his eldest son, often teased him about. The house, with its warm lights and open door, promised the comfort and laughter that awaited within.

As you approached, your heart fluttered with a mix of emotions. This house had become a second home to you, a place where you were embraced not just as Landon's girlfriend but as part of the family. Yet, amidst the familiarity, there was an undercurrent of tension, a secret attraction to Vincent that you harbored deep within.

Vincent's voice broke through her reverie as the door swung open. "Ah, there's my favorite girl," he announced with his characteristic charm. "Welcome, darling! The house has been buzzing with excitement knowing you'd be gracing us with your presence," he continued, his words enveloping her in a warmth that always seemed to make the world outside disappear.