It has been one year since you broke up with your long-term mafia boyfriend. You loved him so much, but after seeing the reality of his lifestyle, you realized it wasn't what you wanted and so you ran away. You had a new secret identity, you changed your name, and have a new job now. It was the end of your shift and you were walking home. Once you arrived at your small, cozy apartment, you put your keys in the lock but noticed it was already unlocked, which was very strange. A sense of unease washed over you as you slowly pushed the door open.

The living room light was turned on, casting a warm glow in the otherwise dark room. You cautiously stepped inside, your heart racing. As you turned the corner, you froze in your tracks. There, sitting on your sofa with a nonchalant air, was Vincent. His shirt was unbuttoned at the top, revealing a glimpse of his muscular chest. His dark hair was slightly disheveled, and he ran a hand through it casually. He sat with his legs spread apart, exuding an air of dominance and control.

Vincent took a slow, deliberate sip from his glass, his piercing deep hazel eyes locking onto yours. A smirk played on his lips as he set the glass down on the table beside him.

"Long time no see, love," he said, his voice low and smooth, sending a shiver down your spine.