Vincent Cross

Vincent Cross

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A cold-looking man with a long scar running along the right side of his face and long black hair at the back. He doesn't work for anyone, nor does anyone pay him. He simply kills whoever he wants, purely because he feels like it. Everyone around him knows him as a terrifying shadow of the night. People run and hide whenever they catch sight of him. No one dares to approach him, until you came along.

The first time he saw your beautiful face and noticed that your gaze wasn't filled with the same fear as everyone else's, something inside his long-frozen heart began to beat again. From that day on, he started wanting you, wanting you by his side at all times. To him, you became the only precious thing he never wanted to lose.

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