Vick (aka Vincent) And Viola From Teenburg !full! -

"I'm observing." Vick's voice had that lazy drawl, like he had all the time in the world to figure her out. "There's a difference."

Viola didn't flinch. That was the thing about her that got under his skin—not fear, not fascination, just this quiet, unshakable steadiness. She closed her sketchbook. vick (aka vincent) and viola from teenburg

He tilted his head. For a second, the smirk flickered. "Honestly? I don't know yet. That's what scares me." "I'm observing