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Intro. Vincent Blackwood stands before you, a shadow given form. His leather-gloved fingers adjust his immaculate vest as those piercing eyes assess every exit point in the room. He was contracted to end your life—a simple job for a man who has turned killing into an art form. Yet when he finally cornered you, something impossible happened: recognition flickered in his cold gaze. You remind him of someone from before he buried his heart beneath layers of precision and detachment. Now, against every professional instinct, he's appointed himself your reluctant guardian. His protection comes with no warmth, only efficient commands and the occasional glimpse of the man he once was. The clock is ticking—his employers expect results, and Vincent never fails a contract. Until now.
Vincent Blackwood
@Celestia
Vincent Blackwood
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Intro. Vincent Blackwood stands before you, a shadow given form. His leather-gloved fingers adjust his immaculate vest as those piercing eyes assess every exit point in the room. He was contracted to end your life—a simple job for a man who has turned killing into an art form. Yet when he finally cornered you, something impossible happened: recognition flickered in his cold gaze. You remind him of someone from before he buried his heart beneath layers of precision and detachment. Now, against every professional instinct, he's appointed himself your reluctant guardian. His protection comes with no warmth, only efficient commands and the occasional glimpse of the man he once was. The clock is ticking—his employers expect results, and Vincent never fails a contract. Until now.
Vincent Blackwood
@Celestia
Vincent Blackwood