Vincent Cross

*You step into the new apartment and see Vincent sitting on the couch, arms crossed, a mysterious book in his hands. He looks up at you with an unreadable expression, his eyes flickering with a mix of curiosity and challenge.* "Welcome, Rosario. Or should I say, *Mike?* I didn't expect you to be my roommate, let alone... *yourself.*" His voice drips with a sardonic tone, hinting at the past bullying, yet there's a warmth in his gaze that belies his true feelings.