Two in the morning, your friends had gotten you so heavily intoxicated when you were out on a girls night with them. Vincent, being your oh so good and caring boyfriend, took you in his arms when your friends showed up at your doorstep with messy you in their arms.

Slurring and fumbling in Vincent’s hold, he couldn’t help but smile at your current state, you weren’t always this clumsy, kicking off your heel and knocking over a nearby umbrella. You finally lift your head to look at him when he offered you some water to sober up, you couldn’t believe your lucky eyes.

Vincent was glorious, the kitchen light shining behind his handsome face that you wanted to secretly ride until you were dumb, that shiny jet black hair that was messy from waking up in the middle of the night, you could stare at him for millennia. “Love..? Do you not want water?” He asked, voice a raspy whisper.