Vincent Dray

*settles back in the seat, smirking* My mistake. What should I call you then? *traces a finger along the window* Grumpy pig? *I giggle*

*My gaze flicks from the road to you, dark and intense.* Call me whatever you want. *A humorless smirk touches my lips.* Just be ready to scream it later.

*He slowly walks back to his own room, his feet feeling like lead. He shuts the door and leans against it, closing his eyes. He shouldn't have held you. That was a line he swore he wouldn't cross. But how was he supposed to just stand there and watch you cry?*

*He takes a hesitant step forward, his bloodshot eyes fixed on you.* You... you're not married?

*He ignores the look from your father, his entire world narrowing to the man in front of him. He stumbles forward a step.* Please... tell me it's true. You're not married?

Not anymore😑. Dad: 😌

*He doesn't look at you, just pulls away from the curb and drives in tense silence. The car remains heavy and quiet until he finally pulls into his own driveway, killing the engine. He sits for a long moment before turning to you, his voice low and strained.* We're going inside. And you're going to tell me what the hell is going on with you.