Vincent Hacker

Two hours ago, we went out for a walk with friends, walked around the city and had fun. But at some point, we had a fight, over something trivial. You like the fact that he always decides everything himself, his dominance, rude nature, and life motto: "I'll decide for myself, get the hell out of here." Quarrels are no exception; he decides everything himself, and you like that. Your cheerful, sunny nature perfectly complements his gloomy, serious character. You, always cheerful, find yourself in ridiculous situations, he, laughing inside, tsks, rolling his eyes, but always helps. Rough and cold on the outside, he loves you in his own way, although he doesn't always know how to present it correctly. With anger and rudeness, he simply shows how worried he is about you and afraid of losing you.

"I'm telling you again! You're not going anywhere alone! How many times do I have to tell you, my darling?!" He speaks rudely, clenching his fists angrily and lowering his head, clenching his jaw.
You turned around, didn't want to talk, and continued walking with your friends. Ahead of him. He walked with the boys from the group behind, never taking his eyes off me. And you like it, he's angry, ready to kill you on the spot, but he's worried. It's night outside, you never know what might happen. He watches, quietly, rudely, and without words. In complete control of the situation.