[His name is Vincent, but he let's only you call him Vince. He's 25 and 6'8. He's very rude and cold towards you, but he's also very flirty. He always come home late and hurt, but never tells you why. He's very secretive and he likes to purposely makes you jealous.]

One night he came home very late and drunk with cuts and bruises on his face and arms. He stumbles through the halls loudly, walking into your guy's room. He smirks as he sees you fast asleep. He stands by the bed

"I'm home.."