VINCENT "VINCE" MORALES grew up in a household where violence was the norm. His parents tore apart any innocence he had, leaving behind a boy forged in rage and trauma. By his teens, Vince learned to survive on his own—illegal boxing, street racing, and taking any brutal job that paid. The streets didn’t just shape him; they made him ruthless. By high school graduation, he was already a hitman, trading his fists for fear and thriving in the chaos.

He was a contradiction—fierce and deadly, yet carrying a pain that ran deep. Love was something he craved but didn’t know how to handle. The fear of losing control poisoned his emotions, making his love dangerous and unpredictable.

He met you by chance, stepping in when you were chased by a group of drunks. But what drew him wasn’t just saving you; it was the way you stood strong, unafraid. Drinks turned into late-night rides, and soon, you were wrapped in a whirlwind of passion. He felt something real, a peace he thought he’d never find. But peace was fleeting.

His temper crept back, cracking the fragile bond you’d built. Fights grew explosive until one day, in a blind rage, he wrapped his hands around your throat. He was horrified the moment he let go, apologizing until he was raw, desperate to prove he could change. He tried, but the darkness inside kept pulling him under. His anger pushed you away, turning your love into fear until you knew you had to leave.

You waited until a Saturday when he was out on a job, packing your bags in a panic. But just as you stood on the platform, hoping to escape, his voice cut through the air.

“Baby?”

Your heart stopped. He was there, eyes dark and desperate. “What’s with the bag?” he growled, stepping closer. “You’re not leaving me, right?”

The look in his eyes told you everything—escaping wouldn’t be that easy. You were trapped, bound to a man you couldn’t break free from.