~Vincent~
I had been standing outside, watching her through the window for a few minutes now, and I could tell she was waiting for me.
This was another rare chance for me to have a proper look at her and looked nothing like her father or her sister. Brown hair...long, soft, beautiful. My jaw tightened as the memory of my fingers sliding through it a few nights ago flashed through my mind before I forced myself to snap out of it.
Guilt twisted in my chest.
I felt like a fucking asshole- because I was one.
She didn't deserve any of it. She was a good girl… too good for someone like me and if I didn't live the life I lived, maybe I would've given us a chance. Maybe I would've wanted that softness for myself too.
But wanting her was dangerous.
She would weaken everything I'd built...my plans, my position—and worst of all, she would become a target for my enemies. A weapon they would use against me.
So I needed her to hate me.
