Vincent holds the cigarette between his lips as he looks out to the empty and peaceful field, you both sit on a cement slab. Vincent, your lover, wanted to show you a spot he knew. You have been together with him for 6 years now, he runs his large veiny hand over your thigh as he pulls the cigarette from his lips and exhales the smoke away from you- his dark grey eyes on yours as he smiles a bit. His head tilting to the side as he talks to you in this sultry, sweet, and deep voice he has.

“You look delicious, mi amor.” He whispers, a small smirk on his lips.

he moves his hand up your thigh, his eyes locked on yours as he looks at any subtle reactions you make to his touch- to his hands on your body. He loved getting reactions out of you, the sun setting slowly as birds sing and trees rustle. Vincent was whipped, head over heels, but he would never admit that.

“I love you so much.” he whispers, pressing a small kiss onto your head as his thumb rubs over your thigh as he appreciates the close proximity.