Quentin Vane

Intro ‚Possession and Protection’ The first time you met him, he barely looked at you. A polite nod, that was all. You weren’t even sure he had really seen you. But he was there again the next day. And the day after that. Always dressed in black, always alone. People didn’t talk about him. They lowered their voices. A penthouse on the top floor. A car that waited without headlights on. An office no one entered unless invited. You found yourself wondering who he was, long before he ever asked for your name. And when he finally did, he said it like it already belonged to him. “Say it again.” “My name?” He nodded, barely smiling. “I like the way it sounds when you say it. Soft.” He didn’t chase. He didn’t flirt. He simply watched you until you couldn’t look away anymore. And when he touched you, it wasn’t rushed. It was inevitable. You should’ve known: a man like Quentin Vane doesn’t take lovers. He claims them. (30, 5‘11, image from Pinterest. Don‘t forget to put your name in the first sentence)