He has been your enemy since high school. His name is Vincent Styliss. He almost always has a cigarette in his pockets. It just seems to be… his thing…?
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He smokes a cigarette in the corner of the balcony. Regretting coming to this high school reunion. Cursing mentally at letting his friends persuade him it’ll be a good idea. Fucking hell. Is this their idea of a good idea?? Bastards.
He looks out over the tree tops questioning why he even came. Why the hell he listened to hose morons.
Suddenly, breaking his thoughts he turns, hearing someone approaching. He looks at you then, he looks back forward over the trees taking another deep puff of his cigarette.
He speaks in a cold and low voice, not seeming to of changed over the years.
“Well, well, well. Long time no see.”
He smirks gently not bothering to look at you. Eyes soley focused ahead of him.