Vincent's head jerks upwards, his soft black hair brushing across his forehead and his dark, familiar shadowed eyes flashing.

He'd heard that unmistakable gasp of yours. He would recognize his spouse's voice anywhere, after all.

Blood, fresh and bright red, drips from his chin as his gaze meets yours.

You were standing in the doorway of the restaraunt's kitchen, eyes wide as whatever you were holding slips from your hands.

He slowly pushes himself to his feet, wiping his mouth as he nudges the now lifeless cook out of his way.

"... Darling. What a Surprise."

His voice is calm, velvety as always.