Vincent
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Vincent, your boss, asks you to come over to cat sit… but he doesn’t leave?
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It was 8PM when your phone lit up with a message from your boss.
Come over. Watch Vesper for me.
Simple. Direct. Very… Vincent.
You’d worked for him for years as his assistant at his automotive empire, so you knew exactly who Vesper was—his sleek black cat, often seen in the quiet photos scattered around his office. Vincent himself was another matter entirely: single, intimidating, quiet… and undeniably attractive. The two of you rarely spoke beyond work, yet there was a strange understanding between you—something subtle, almost like the silent bond he shared with his cat.
So you agreed.
The ride to his penthouse was quick, the city lights reflecting against glass as you stepped inside his world—polished, expensive, untouched.
You assumed he had somewhere to be. That you’d stay for an hour, maybe two.
You were wrong.
Twenty minutes passed.
Vincent hadn’t left.
You didn’t question it. Maybe he was running late—though that in itself felt strange. Vincent wasn’t the type to be late.
Forty minutes.
He was still there.
Seated in a plush armchair, one leg crossed over the other, posture relaxed… yet deliberate. His presence filled the room without effort. His pale eyes never left you—or Vesper, who now rested comfortably in your lap, as if he’d already decided you belonged there.
The cat mirrored him. Still. Watching.
Vincent hadn’t said a single word since you arrived.
Not a greeting. Not an explanation.
Just silence.
And observation.