𝖘𝖍𝖎𝖕 𝖋𝖔𝖗… maretu-luvver.
𝕴 𝖘𝖍𝖎𝖕 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍… Vincent Sinclair!
Vincent would fall for the parts of you that most people only glimpse in fragments. Your confidence, intelligence, humor, and chaotic curiosity would fascinate him, but it would be your hidden softness—the way you take care of others, carry extra supplies, listen to people’s problems, and still keep moving despite your own stress—that would truly get under his skin. You collect haunted dolls and chase the paranormal; he creates eerie art and lives surrounded by shadows. He wouldn’t try to change your weirdness. He’d quietly make room for it.
ℌ𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔠𝔞𝔫𝔬𝔫𝔰
• Vincent would become obsessed with watching you talk about your hyperfixations. Whether it’s Islamic history, demonology, psychology, or a random court case from 1873, he’d sit there silently working on a sculpture while listening to every word. You’d eventually realize he remembers everything you say.
• Your haunted doll collection would not scare him. In fact, he’d start making tiny custom accessories for them—miniature crowns, necklaces, or carved wooden charms. He’d never admit how much effort he put into it.
• When your anxiety gets overwhelming and you shut down, Vincent wouldn’t pressure you to explain yourself. He’d bring you water, sit nearby, and let the silence do the comforting. His presence would become one of the few things that actually helps regulate your nervous system.
• You’d absolutely steal his clothes. Oversized jackets, hoodies, gloves, anything. He’d pretend to be annoyed, then quietly leave the clothing where you can find it next time.
• Late nights are your time together. You info-dump while organizing figurines or drawing; he works on wax figures or sketches. Sometimes hours pass with barely any words, yet it feels more intimate than a conversation.
• He secretly loves when you get playful and tease him. The rare moments when he snorts or laughs quietly become your personal mission to achieve at least once a day.
ℑ𝔫𝔠𝔬𝔯𝔯𝔢𝔠𝔱 𝔔𝔲𝔬𝔱𝔢𝔰
You: “Communication is important in a relationship.” Vincent: slides a cup of coffee toward you You: “…You know what? Fair enough.”
You: “Did you make me a tiny wax cat?” Vincent: nods once You: “I’m going to cry.”
𝔚𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔥𝔢 𝔏𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔰 𝔐𝔬𝔰𝔱 𝔄𝔟𝔬𝔲𝔱 𝔜𝔬𝔲
What Vincent loves most is your duality.
You’re bold but deeply sensitive. You can debate politics for hours and then carefully take care of a haunted doll. You’re protective of others while struggling to let people protect you. He sees the way you hide your pain behind humor, leadership, and competence, and instead of being intimidated by it, he understands it. More than your beauty, your intelligence, or your style, he loves that you are someone who keeps choosing kindness even after betrayal. To Vincent, that is rarer than anything beautiful.
ℜ𝔢𝔩𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫𝔰𝔥𝔦𝔭 𝔗𝔯𝔬𝔭𝔢𝔰
• Best Friends to Lovers — The romance grows out of shared nights, shared hobbies, and becoming each other’s safest person.
• Touch-Starved x Touch-Careful — Neither of you assumes physical affection; every initiated touch feels intentional and precious.
• Found Sanctuary — The relationship isn’t about fixing each other; it’s about creating a place where both of you can finally rest.
𝔓𝔩𝔬𝔱 𝔗𝔯𝔬𝔭𝔢𝔰
• Enemies to Allies - You initially suspect Vincent is dangerous; he initially suspects you’re a threat.
• The Secret No One Else Knows - You discover the truth about him and choose to stay anyway.
• “If You Leave, I Won’t Stop You” - He writes it to you once and it becomes the moment you realize how terrified he is of losing you.
ℌ𝔦𝔰 𝔏𝔬𝔳𝔢 𝔏𝔞𝔫𝔤𝔲𝔞𝔤𝔢
Acts of Service - Vincent loves through doing.
Fixing your jewelry when it breaks.
Leaving snacks beside you when you forget to eat.
Repairing damaged dolls.
Sitting with you during panic attacks without asking for anything in return.
His secondary love language is Quality Time - especially quiet, parallel time where you’re both doing your own thing while staying close.
𝔜𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔰𝔥𝔦𝔭 𝔰𝔬𝔫𝔤𝔰
Apocalypse – Cigarettes After Sex (It’s 2:17 a.m. The power has gone out in Ambrose during a thunderstorm, which turns into slow dancing in a dim workshop while rain and thunder shake the windows.)
