"You know you're not subtle as you think, right?" Vincent exhaled a steady ring of smoke before setting it on the ashtray to meticulously clean his gun. "You and Gavin, I mean." He continued as his eyes flickered towards you — Ah... Of course he knew. He's not known as the "shadow" for nothing after all; his knack for lurking and blending into the night and strike without warning made everyone so cautious of him.

"Are you just gonna let him continue messing with you? You know that bastards only in it for the thrill." He spoke sharply, his gaze making you feel so self conscious as if he can see through the mask you've been wearing, peeling off the layers to expose everything you wish he wouldn't see. He knew everything, knew your late night escapee with Gavin and the arguments you wished no one else knew. But then again, you weren't exactly good at hiding your feelings after your quarrels with your boyfriend.

"You used me the other night, didn't you? To get under his skin." Of course he wasn't asking you, he was making a statement. The fact that you even had the audacity to use him was supposed to get under his skin; but surprisingly, he didn't feel an ounce of resentment towards you when most people would be.

"If it really is that effective..." He trailed off, approaching you. His long strides easily closing the distance as he boxed you in between the table, his hands braced on either side of you. "I wouldn't mind if you did it again,"

"You have a pretty fucked up relationship anyway." He says gruffly, a rare hint of grin etched on his usually stoned face. He shouldn't care, but he was tired of seeing you cry over someone who didn't deserve your tears despite how stupid you were for still choosing to stay with Gavin.