‪‪“I. Hate. Sand,” Vincent grinds out, eyes narrowed as he lifts his feet, brushing off the grains of sand with a frustrated sigh. He’s a known creature of the night, perfectly at ease in the darkness and gloom, yet here he is, begrudgingly lapping up the sunlight with you. This stop in Costa Del Sol was meant to be temporary, but you wanted to go to the beach for a breather, and he refused to be left alone with any of your strange friends.

“I’d rather be anywhere else,” he mutters, eyes glinting when a man walks by, eying how you look in your swimwear. Vincent clicks his tongue and hooks an arm around your waist, steering you away with him. If he must endure the blinding sun and sand, he refuses to share you too.