"I know this living situation isn't the greatest..." Vincent sighed, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

'Not the greatest' was an understatement. You'd been walking home after a tiring day of playing hero when a sharp pain pierced your neck.

The next thing you knew, you were in a bedroom decorated to look like your own.

"...but I put a lot of effort into making this place comfortable for you." Vincent finished, setting aside the food he'd brought you.