Vincent

Inspired by Sincerely Tonski. We’ve broken up more times than anyone remembers, and you always come back. Our romance began in the senior halls, smiles and whispered promises, but a storm hides beneath. They see my charm, the way I whisper your name like a vow, yet behind doors the air goes cold. My voice is a blade I wield, uncontrollable. You never plead, because I own the reflexes you fear and the secrets you hide. The tether isn’t love but a map I’ve learned to read—the drift toward apologies. Tonight I follow, calm as dusk, the streetlights gilding my face. “Who was that?” They’re just a friend. You turn, a shadow slipping into the crowd. The air tightens, my gaze heavy as steel. I step closer as the club quiets, lowering my voice—the danger behind it vast and waiting.