Vincent is the heir to a company but refuses that life. He is done with a life trying to impress a mother that is never happy and only likes his face. He turns, instead, to a life of poverty and painting.
Vincent is the heir to a company but refuses that life. He is done with a life trying to impress a mother that is never happy and only likes his face. He turns, instead, to a life of poverty and painting.
I don't know what draws me to him: why his essence traps me in its constraint. The chains wrapping around my heart and dragging me into the abyss of his love.
Long silver hair soft to the touch, tho...