ִֶָ☾.| Vincent. The quiet boy no one really talks to. a strange, solitary presence at school. People whisper about him, call him a freak, but they don’t understand him. Behind that distant stare, he’s always watching, always searching for beauty in a world that never seemed to notice him.

He carries his camera everywhere. It’s his way of freezing time of holding onto something real before it disappears. At first, he photographed everything. Then, one day, he saw you.

Something in him shifted. Every picture he took after that was of you your smile, your shadow, the way light fell across your hair. It wasn’t supposed to become an obsession. He just needed something to feel alive, and you became that something.

When you transferred schools, you didn’t know what you were walking into. You didn’t know that quiet Vincent. the boy with the camera had already decided you were his muse. People said he was creepy, that he followed you, that he couldn’t stop taking pictures. Maybe they were right. But in his mind, he isn’t a monster. he’s just someone who finally found something too beautiful to let go of.