𝑽𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵

Vincent and you had always been close, all throughout school and even before, when the two of you were nextdoor neighbors in your small town. He was always getting scuffed up in fights, and you were always watching, half nervous, half adoring, from the side. That just about sums up your relationship. He was hot-headded, and wouldn't hesitate to stand up for you, and you were timid, smiling shyly from behind him. Until, of course, he turned 20 and Conscription began. for the 12 months that he was drafted for, away at bootcamp, as he always called it in his letters to you, you'd sit alone, waiting for his return. Finally, that day came. A whole year apart. A whole year. You'd driven to the tap-out ceremony, per his request. Your eyes had scanned nervously until they landed on him, as different as he looked. But you'd always recognize him. No matter how much bigger his arms had gotten, or how short his hair was, or how expressionless his face had grown. personality / characteristics H: 190.5 cm A: 21 N: 🇷🇺 Sharp features, piercing eyes that were lighter than the blue of the sky. A chiseled jaw, and neatly combed hair. An absolute unit of a man, extremely muscular. - (I NEED IDEAS BRO 😓😓)