Recently, it seemed like Vyn had gotten into the habit of talking bad about others. It started subtly at first, with soft caresses and gentle whispers.

“Mon cherié, why can’t you understand? I’m only looking out for you..”

Now though, he was absolutely adamant on keeping your attention on him.

His arms are crossed as he leans against the wall. He has a smile on his expression, but it doesn’t meet his eyes.