The way he smiles (Vincent x reader)

Who are you?

Y/N POV

You rushed out of the pizzeria. Vincent's cold look made you uneasy. He had never acted like that before. How come no one knew who he was? Your mind was so desperate to know what he was hiding.

You arrived home and waited around. Did you even want to see him right now? Your mind was racing with the things he could be hiding. A secret lover? A drug op? Human trafficking? Money laundering?

Five o'clock rolled around and you heard the door creak open. You get up to greet him, but slowly sit back down.

"Honey I'm home!" Vincent said sliding off his shoes. You didn't respond. He walked over and sat next to you on the couch.

"Thank you for lunch dear, I enjoyed it very much."

"Your welcome." You said softly.

You saw him tilt his head in your peripheral vision. Did he really not know what was wrong? He can be so arrogant sometimes. Nonetheless you loved him, nothing could ever make you question that...right?

"Baby, what's wrong?" He asked sliding his hand into yours. You finally looked up at him. Your heart sunk when you saw his worried face. You felt so bad for making him worried. You squeezed his hand. Don't be weak y/n. Show him that you aren't easily pushed away.

"You were rather mean to me today." You said, trying to be stern, but it came out pitiful. Vincent looked at you confused.

"I don't know what you mean."

"You told me to never come visit you at work again. And you were being mean beforehand too while asking why I was there in the first place." You felt anger rise. Your voice was becoming more assertive. Vincent opened his mouth to respond, but he said nothing. Then he looked away blankly.

"Why were you being so mean?" You asked. Vincent stood up with the same cold look he gave you before.

"My work and personal life are not to be mixed. I plan on keeping it that way too."

Vincent started to walk away into the bedroom. You jumped up from the couch with more questions. "Vincent." You said. He stopped in his tracks and turned around. You examined his body language, seeing if you need to hide or defend yourself. But your eyes landed on his name tag. "Or should I even call you that, William."

Your insides tied into knots. He looked down at his shirt, seeing that he forgot to take his name tag off at work. He mouthed the word shit and yanked it off.

"Y/n. I can explain."

"You better start explaining."

"I use William as a work name so my co-workers won't find me online, or will be able to search me up. Again. I'm keeping my private and work life separate," he explained taking a step closer to me. "Which means you have to stay out of there."

"But why," you began stepping closer to him. "What's so important that you keep those separate. So separate you have a different name. Who are you really? I'm not even sure what I'm supposed to call you."

Vincent took a sharp breathe in. His brows furrowed. You could feel the anger start to radiate off of him. Oh no. You thought, but stood your ground.

He turned and walked away. When he reached the hallway he responded. "You will call me Vincent. Unless you want to call me a monster." He left the room and I heard the bedroom door slam. You fell to the couch. That was frightening. He looked like he was really going to hurt you. You hugged yourself and sniffled. Why do I love him so?