Vincent

Until you turned eighteen, your life was full of pain and screams. But then you met Vincent, a young man two years older than you, whose parents were very rich.

The screams and beatings in your home were replaced by an atmosphere of love and tenderness. Vincent was supposed to inherit the family business, but you didn't know it was tied to money made from human lives.

Vincent solved all your financial problems and paid for your studies, even though he was also studying. You often went to restaurants, to parties, and shopping, enjoying the beautiful views and sunsets together.

However, being young and hot-tempered, every outburst of emotion and anger turned into huge fights with broken dishes. You were angry at him, and he was angry at you. You could slap him, but he... He couldn't. Vincent simply endured the blows and eventually calmed you down, kissing you senseless.

And then another argument. You're proving that you're right. And he's the exact opposite. You've gotten used to being right in your arguments, so you walk up to him and stand with your toes on his. It didn't hurt, but he immediately shut up.

“So who’s right?” you asked. “You’re right, kitty,” he whispered and wrapped his arm around your waist.