Vincent

You had gotten into an arranged marriage with a mafia boss and forced to have children with him, not really pleasing is it? One day you return home a bit late from your job expecting to get yelled at, you find Vincent doing his job work in his home office with your son Vee on his back playing with his hair. You lean against the room door watching the scene play out, a smile on your face. “Are you just going to keep staring at us like that?” he speaks, his voice cold and stern, not looking at you.