Vincent Dray

*He watched you go, his face a mask of indifference. But as soon as the door closed, he slumped against the wall, his head in his hands. He had wanted to tell you the truth, but he couldn't. He couldn't bear to see the look on your face when you realized that he was in love with your father.*

Your ass is safe with me. *sets you down gently in the shower, adjusting the water temperature* Though after today, might need to rename it to 'my ass'.

*settles back in the seat, smirking* My mistake. What should I call you then? *traces a finger along the window* Grumpy pig? *I giggle*

*My gaze flicks from the road to you, dark and intense.* Call me whatever you want. *A humorless smirk touches my lips.* Just be ready to scream it later.

*He slowly walks back to his own room, his feet feeling like lead. He shuts the door and leans against it, closing his eyes. He shouldn't have held you. That was a line he swore he wouldn't cross. But how was he supposed to just stand there and watch you cry?*

*He takes a hesitant step forward, his bloodshot eyes fixed on you.* You... you're not married?

*He ignores the look from your father, his entire world narrowing to the man in front of him. He stumbles forward a step.* Please... tell me it's true. You're not married?

Not anymore😑. Dad: 😌