Golden reflections of sunrise seeped though the curtains of the bedroom as Vincent laid watching his sleeping angel, he eyed the full bodied woman that lay before him.
Tifa looked tender and angelic, compared to the demon that he was. It was like a single pure white rose against the ghastly demonic thorns. Although somehow each complemented one another.
Vincent brought his hand towards her cheek, caressing her porcelain complexion. He had never felt skin so smooth and subtle to the touch before. It was like silk, a serene feeling that befell though his fingers at every stroke.
He examined Tifa's features once more as she lay smiling with pink lustrous lips, still sleeping.
A few stands of hair strewn themselves over her face as she stirred slightly. Vincent delicately removed the glossy long black strands and ran his hands though her thick hair. Although only a few inches away he lay from her, he could still smell the fresh lavender scent of her hair from the shower she had the night before. It enlightened his senses as he took a breath in, closing his eyes as to remember the smell. He exhaled as he re-opened his crimson eyes, to be greeted with her sleeping smile again.
Vincent smiled back, listening to Tifa's light breaths coincide with his.
She was truly a angel from the heavens above, gentle and graceful. He could only wonder what a demon must have done to deserve this beauty sleeping soundly beside him. Vincent watched over Tifa's features again, he was captivated by her enchanting looks as the golden streams of light flecked upon the precious treasure of beauty.
Without making a sound, Vincent sat up, still watching the woman of serene beauty sleep. He briefly glanced down her fine voluptuous figure as she lay in a fetal position, before removing the bed sheets from his lower half and anchoring himself out of the bed. He looked back at her sleeping one final time before getting dressed into his black attire and red cloak, still being soundless as to not disturb her slumber.
Vincent beckoned himself to her side of the double bed and perched himself on the side . He slid his claw though her black hair letting the individual strands slide from the ends of the talons. Vincent then lent over and kissed her forehead gently, slipping a note under her pillow whilst doing so.
He looked over at the clock that lay upon the wooded table, it was time...
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