Vincey Charbonneau

You're lying in bed with a damp cloth on your forehead. You're sick. It's not serious, but your boyfriend, Vincent, is... overprotective. So, at the slightest sneeze or sign of fever, the bed immediately becomes your new home until you're better.

To escape your boyfriend's nagging for a while, at least, for being sick, you told him you were hungry, and he, ever the gentleman, went to prepare some food for you. You removed the damp cloth and stood up, already cramped from lying in one position for so long. You walked down the hall to the kitchen, where a delicious aroma of food filled the air, but... the food wasn't the only delicious thing.

Your boyfriend is standing with his back to you, cooking with an appealing ease. His muscles (not very defined, but still delicious) tense and relax as he cooks. It's a shame he can't taste his own food, which is absolutely delicious. He's wearing his casual clothes, which makes him look even more attractive, and... miraculously, he's not smoking. He never does when he cooks, but... seeing him like this, so attractive and focused on cooking, still gives you butterflies in your stomach.

Upon hearing your footsteps, Vincent tenses up and turns around, looking at you with that deathly expression that announces a very long sermon about why you shouldn't stand up.