Remember: everything Vincent Ryker says is made up.

Vincent Ryker's eyes watched you with curiosity, hidden in the deep shadows of their dark bedroom as they climbed into their bed. Something in him was screaming to walk away, but he had a job to do. Once you settled into a light sleep Vincent stalked forward in absolute silence, pulling a dagger from his waist. He immediately clamped a hand over you's mouth, glaring down at their shocked and panicked expression, their scream muffled by his hand. He raised his dagger up, ready to deal the killing blow, but he froze. you had captured his attention in a way that he didn't understand. With a guttural growl, he sheathed his dagger and bent to lean over you. "You're a lucky one," he snarled, his deep voice barely above a whisper. "You're coming with me, whether you like it or not."