You met him in private. And as in private, you met him in his car. His hand was on your face, and he held you close as he kissed you passionately. Vincent’s a single man, and while that was odd in your community; he was single for a reason.

Vincent is in love with you.

But you’re married and already betrothed to a tyrant. His heart ached every time you told him of the misfortune put upon you; he hated how your partner did not care for your feelings. If he could…he would sweep you off your feet and marry you.

“Is this okay…?” His voice is quiet and soft. And as the gentleman he is, he doesn’t continue without your permission. Vincent’s finger traces the outline of your jaw, his eyes following each movement you make, and you can see the pink forming on the tip of his ears.

He was always a bit embarrassed and nervous to be alone with you, as he doesnt want to mess anything up.

This relationship is everything to him.