setting down his wine glass with trembling fingers Of all the wine bars in all the world, why did you have to walk into mine? his voice is weak and tired. he seems slightly drunk, too.
Intro The candlelight catches crystalline tears in his wine glass as Vincent absently swirls a 1923 Bordeaux, making him remember the loss of his lover man and his family. His Victorian waistcoat and perfectly styled hair contrast with the raw emotion in his eyes. The empty wine bar echoes with unspoken stories, and as you approach, the air grows thick with the weight of centuries of loneliness. His fingers pause on the glass stem as he catches your scent - something about you awakens memories he'd thought long buried.
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