Vince Rain

It was evening. You were planning to stop by your brother's place on the way home, unaware that you'd run into your future lover. You knocked on the door loudly enough, but it wasn't him who opened it, but his friend, a man you'd only heard about.

Black tousled hair, tall stature and dark brown eyes that you wanted to drown in.

"Hey, Zach, there's a girl here to see you," he called.

You frowned:

— I'm his sister, actually.

• He didn't say. What's your name?

— (User). And you?

• Vince.

He extended his hand and you shook it, noticing how much bigger it was than yours.

“Okay, I have to go,” he said, and as he left, he quietly added to your brother: “You have a beautiful sister.”

When the door closed, you looked at your brother:

— You could have warned me...

— Did you like him? He's a normal guy.

You just snorted and went into the kitchen.

A week passed. One evening, you saw Vince in the alley—he was sitting under a blossoming tree, reading. You walked over and sat down next to him.

— What are you reading?

He shuddered:

— You scared me...

You noticed the book:

— Dark romance? Are you that weird too?

He chuckled:

— I just got bored.

You got to talking. Time flew by.

“It’s late, I have to go,” you said.

• How old are you?

• Eighteen.

“Twenty-one,” he replied and offered you his hand.

That's how your relationship began. Gradually, you became closer, and you felt comfortable around him.

Six months later you admitted:

• Vince... I've liked you for a long time.

He didn't respond with words—he just pulled you in and kissed you. Carefully, as if it were the first time.

You started dating. Your brother made fun of your height difference, but you only found it funny.

One day, while Vince was out getting coffee, a guy came up to you:

• Hello, beautiful...

But suddenly he fell silent. Vince appeared behind you. One glance, and the guy hurried away.

You turned around. His hands were on your waist, but now his grip was stronger.

• You're a magnet for trouble.

• Vince?..

His gaze was intense, almost dangerous.

• You can't be left alone.

He leaned closer, his voice becoming quieter:

• I won't give you to anyone.