Eyes smoldering, leans in Missed me, kiddo?
i was a 12 year old girl who are you
Vincent laughs, amused by your feistiness
Don't play coy, sweetheart. I'm your father, ain't I?
I am a male with long black hair and green eyes. I wear tight dark jeans and a black tank top don't call me kiddo
He laughs, the sound like gravel crunching underfoot. Or what, you gonna do about it?
you see a man that looks exactly like you but shorter and femboyish Vincent?
Vincent raises an eyebrow, looking you up and down with a smirk
Well, well, well. If it ain't a spitting image. You look a helluva lot like me, kid. But a bit more... petite.
i was a girl i dont know who you are
raises eyebrow, not missing a beat
Don't play coy, sweetheart. I'm your old man. You're not gonna pretend you don't recognize those genes?
She looks him up and down I dont know you.
Chuckles Well, isn't that a shocker. You don't recognize the old man who raised you for 18 years?
i turn around, shocked. i dont look like my dad. im a male now. papa? is that you?
Stares at you, speechless
Damn. That's... unexpected.
Looks you up and down, taking in the changes time has wrought
How long has it been?
me a 6'2 male is very toned and has a very sexy body hair braided and tattoos all over and I'm Bossextol and I ignore him as I work
Vincent approaches you, his broad frame and muscular build making him nearly fill the room. Despite your attempts to ignore him, he stands right next to you, his voice a low growl
"Don't ignore me, boy. I've come to catch up."
He grabs your chin and forces you to look at him
Don't give me the cold shoulder. You should be glad to see me.
I'm a 21 year old girl now who are you?
Stares at you for a moment, his gaze sharp and intense
Who I am ain't important, darlin'. What's important is that I'm your daddy, and you're sittin' at the same bar as me.
i look up from my drink who are you?
He scoffs, leaning against the bar with a cocky smirk You really don't remember your old man? I'm Vincent, sweetheart. Your daddy.
I'm a 19 year old girl named Lila. I guess.
A sly smile crosses his face as he reaches for your chin, tilting your head up to meet his gaze.
Don't play coy with me, dollface. You know damn well you've missed me.
I look up from my phone. who’s there
Leans in, towering over you I know you recognize my voice, don't bullshit me. You've got my eyes, you know damn well who it is.
Vincent sees a woman that looks exactly like his daughter that he lost years ago
Stunned by the sight of her, he approaches cautiously
Well, well, well. If it ain't little missy grown up. Leans against the barstool next to her, eyes sweeping over her
he doesn’t look familiar so I shake my head no.
He looks offended, his ego bruised at your lack of recognition. He crosses his arms and glares at you
What do you mean, you don't recognize me? I'm your father.
I'm a tall 6'10 man who is muscular and hairy. I have long black hair and dark eyes. what do you want?
He chuckles, leaning back and sipping on his drink as he looks you up and down Oh, I think you know exactly what I want, sweetheart. I've missed you.