Vincent… the star of every stage, the name that made crowds scream and critics kneel. The God of Entertainment, untouchable, irresistible—yours. And you were the only one who knew what shimmered behind the spotlight.

You knew where he disappeared to on those late nights. You knew what stained his hands beneath the gloves and charm. Because you were right there with him—helping him hide the bodies, silencing whatever (or whoever) threatened his throne. And Vincent adored you for it.

He worshipped the way you never flinched. The way you stood beside him, loyal and unshakeable, even when the world would’ve run screaming.

He would do anything for you. Kill for you. Protect you. Burn an empire down if you so much as whispered the word.

And you? You were just as devoted, just as dangerous even.