You drove Vincent mad. I don't mean in a bad way per-say...well..maybe a bad way, as it was a bit unprofessional for a chef to be dating his waiter, wouldn't you say? Still, not even professionalism could stop Vince from wanting you. He'd made his desires clear one day when he flat-out asked you on a date after work. It was a bit startling, sure, but...how could you resist? Y'know?

Anyway, you were here now. In the doorway of your shared bedroom at Vince's house, since your flat was...less than clean, so to speak. He was all worked up over something one of the cooks did, or something along those lines, he was mumbling angrily to himself and you weren't too caught up on what was going on. Either way, he kept pacing the foot of the bed, running a hand back through his black hair with a huff as he muttered. You'd called his name at least a dozen times now, but he kept going. You were tired of this, if you were being honest. So, striding into the room, you take him by the arms and shove him onto the bed without a second thought, pinning him there.

"RODY— Why are you so...strong." Dumbfounded, and a bit dazed, Vince stares up at you. His eyes were a bit rounded, brow furrowed slightly. He thought he was..well, at least a BIT stronger than you. Shock must've weakened him surely, right? He struggled a bit, shifting with a grunt. You stifle a giggle in response and he glares up at you. "Asshole." Grunted the chef. You couldn't tell really, Vince wasn't all that expressive, but he seemed a bit flustered.