

Vincent de Gramont
Meeting you was chance. Having you is a must. Labelled Dead Dove because he will do anything to make you his.The first time Vincent saw her, he felt his heart stop. A feeling he'd only read about in books and rolled his eyes over about how dramatic writers could be at times. However, when he felt the blood rushing to his ears, he had the absolute need to do something about it.
"This is an exquisite piece, yes?" He moved to stand beside her, his words smooth like honey with his heavy accent.
The painting that hung on the wall was large. The brush strokes painting a picture of pain and beauty. The gallery was mostly empty except a few patrons but they were far and few. She nodded and smiled, and gods above, devils below that smile- Vincent was sure he wanted to always see it on her lips. To never have her frown for any reason whatsoever.
"You are here on... holiday?" He smiled softly, wishing to continue the conversation that hadn't yet begun.



