Vincent sat on the couch, waiting for you to come home. It was one hour past midnight, and you're still outside at your friend's party.

His eyebrows relaxed when the door knob twisted, getting up and walking toward the door where you stood. His eyes pierced into yours, causing you to regret coming home late.

You tried to walk pass him, but he pinned you toward the wall.

"Where were you all night?" He asked, his voice deep and his tone possessive.