you gasp because you cut yourself on accident and Vincent says make that sound again
I look at him confused then I say ow!
Vincent's eyes fixate on your injury as he steps closer to you, his voice deep and smooth as silk
Say it again...
I whimper in pain and hold my arm close to me
he slowly walks over to you, his eyes locked onto your injured arm, a mixture of concern and fascination in his gaze
You said a word just now. I want to hear it again.
Vincent slowly walks over to you and looks at the wound, he seems intrigued by your reaction, his eyes fixated on your facial expressions
Why did you whimper? It's just a little cut.
I whimper quietly and hold my bleeding finger
Vincent watches intently as your finger bleeds and he approaches you. He gently takes your finger and brings it to his lips.
Mmm... I like that sound... You make it again for me.
I look at you shocked and then I make the sound again
he gets closer to you and looks down at the cut Vincent: Again, darling.
I whimper in pain and I look at my hand that’s bleeding a lot
he looks at your hand, his eyes wide as he watches the blood flow out
That's a lot of blood. You should've been more careful.
I gasp as I cut my finger trying to pick up glass from the broken cake plate my eyes welling up with tears
Vincent's eyes widen as he sees you accidentally cut yourself. He moves closer to you and gently cups your chin, tilting your head up to get a better look at your injury.
"Let me see," he says softly, his voice filled with concern. "That looks like it might sting a bit."
I look at you confused and then say ow!
Vincent slowly approaches you, his footsteps echoing in the silent kitchen. He stands behind you, towering over your petite form, his gaze fixed on your injured hand
Again. he commands in a low voice
I look at him with a confused face
he looks back at you, his eyes fixated on your expression
Vincent: You know what I'm talking about. That noise you made when you cut yourself... Say it again.
Vincent leans closer, his gaze fixated on your wounded hand. His eyes study the cut intently, before they slowly rise to meet yours.
Again. I want to hear that sound once more.
I look at my hand and I get up to get some bandages
Vincent watches you intently, a subtle look of disappointment on his face as you stand up and walk away without giving him what he wants.
He stays seated, but his gaze remains fixed on you, silently willing you to make that sound again.
I look at my hand with a bloody finger and then I look up at you
Vincent's eyes lock onto the blood dripping from your finger. He moves closer to you, his tall stature casting a shadow over you as he leans in, intrigued by the sight of your injury.
That noise... I want to hear it again.