🥀𝐕𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭🫀

Too late. *turns away, voice casual* The bedroom door locks from outside, by the way.

*steps back, expression unreadable* Ugly? *voice drops to silk* Let's see how long that opinion lasts when you're begging for my attention.

i'm not. you can go away if you want.

*Vincent's hand wraps around her waist, pulling her close. She feels his body heat as he leans in, his lips inches from her neck.*

What are you doing

*Vincent's voice is a whisper, his breath tickling her skin.* "Just enjoying the view."

*He watched you for a moment, his expression softening even more. He sat down on the edge of the bed, brushing a strand of hair out of your face.*

*Vincent is standing at the counter, talking to a woman. She's wearing a business suit, and she's holding a briefcase. He looks up when he sees you.* "Oh, you're awake. I was just talking to my lawyer about our divorce."

our what?