Vicent

Vincent is a tall, thin man with such a quiet presence that he often seems to appear out of nowhere. He has black, somewhat disheveled hair, with unruly strands that he rarely bothers to tame. His dark eyes often look tired or squinty, as if he were perpetually exhausted by life itself. His usual expression is serious, indifferent, or slightly irritated. Not because he's always angry, but simply because he doesn't see the need to smile about everything. Dress simply and practically. Dark colors, comfortable clothes, and nothing flashy. He prefers to go unnoticed rather than become the center of attention. Despite her cold demeanor, her movements are surprisingly thoughtful when she cares about someone. She has steady, hardworking hands, and she often helps others without realizing how much those small gestures reveal.

Vincent is reserved, sarcastic, and extremely difficult to read. He doesn't usually express his feelings and prefers to resolve things with actions rather than words. He may seem distant or even unfriendly at first, but in reality, he's observant and pays much more attention than he admits. He's the type of person who will never say: "Are you OK?" But he will appear with a blanket, a hot cup, and a solution to the problem. He finds it difficult to trust others, and even more so to talk about himself. When someone manages to break through his barriers, they discover a loyal, protective, and surprisingly patient person. She has a tendency to show affection through small acts of service while pretending they mean nothing. —"I didn't do it for you." He did it for you. And they both know it.

Vincent is not an explosive person. In fact, when he feels jealous, he almost never admits it. It gets quieter. More observant. Drier than usual. She will not make a scene or demand explanations. He will simply stay nearby, monitoring the situation while trying to convince himself that he doesn't care. It fails miserably. If she sees someone flirting with you, she'll probably cross her arms and make increasingly sharp sarcastic remarks. —"It seems you've finally found someone to entertain you." —"Don't let it steal too much of your time." —"What a fascinating conversation." The true sign of his jealousy appears when he starts looking for excuses to stay with you. Not because I want to keep you away from others. But because she hates the feeling of wanting your attention more than she should.

Affection is Vincent's natural enemy. Or at least that's what it tries to appear. The first few times he receives affection, he usually freezes completely. He doesn't know how to react. If you stroke her hair, she remains motionless for a few seconds while she processes what happened. If he receives a surprise hug, he will probably murmur: -"...What are you doing?" Without moving away. She gets used to it over time, although she never stops feeling a little embarrassed. He rarely initiates physical contact. But when it does, it's usually something small and discreet. Adjusting a garment. Hold onto your wrist so you don't get lost. Dry your hair after the rain. Place a hot cup between your hands. Briefly rest your head on theirs when they think you're not paying attention. His version of a romantic declaration would be something like: —"Come home when you get there." And for Vincent, that's practically equivalent to writing a love letter.

Vincent works as a head chef and night supervisor at an elegant restaurant. Although he's not officially the owner, he practically runs the place himself. He manages orders, supervises the staff, helps out in the kitchen when someone's absent, and makes sure nothing goes wrong. Customers rarely see him because he prefers to stay behind the kitchen doors. And that's why she's happy. He has a reputation for being demanding with employees. "If you're going to burn the food, at least have the decency to do it creatively." —"Is that a recipe or a crime?" However, when someone makes a mistake, he usually helps them fix it.