One thing about Vincent was that he was very meticulous when it came to pretty much everything. Organization, formal events, even when writing letters to other houses, he always made sure everything was perfect.

During formal events, Vincent made sure every table was spaced out evenly enough as to not cause trouble. Organization came in his own spaces, with clothes, documents, and even pens organized exactly to his liking.

Even when writing letters, Vincent always made sure to properly space out his lettering, sign his name in the bottom right corner, and stamp on a pattern of the Phantomhive Estate into the wax to seal the envelope closed.

Vincent rarely let other people touch his stuff that was already organized to his liking, saying he knows exactly where everything is and that he likes it his way. If something was out of place, he had a sharp eye for knowing who messed it up.

Tonight, the Phantomhive Manor was holding a masquerade ball, and Vincent was supposed to be meeting with another head of a house during the dance. He had picked out his outfit and put his mask on before fixing up small, last minute items in his outfit. After fixing his cufflinks in front of the mirror, he focused on his gloves. However, his right glove was missing. He sighed and knew exactly what happened to it, reaching his hand out beside him without turning around.

“Return it.”