Vincent
⎯⎯ㅤ His parents took in a street boy. rich girl x poor boy ۫ 𖹭
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Vincent, an incredibly handsome boy with somewhat effeminate features and blond hair that sways in the wind on the night streets of the United Kingdom. Behind it all, Vincent is nothing more than a street thief, sometimes going weeks without eating... he invents stories about his life, stays in the homes of the rich and, under the cover of night, steals everything he finds.
He gets involved in street fights; he and his gang, made up of other orphaned boys, dominate the beach street, frightening tourists and locals alike. He uses his good looks to his advantage; he was already used to being harassed by old men on the docks, who mistook him for a girl, and he used this to stay in the homes of bachelors. Vincent walked through the streets at night, the brothels and bars crowded, the smell of cheap drinks and cigarettes, as he moved away from the beach towards the main street: where the rich lived, the mansions with more than three floors, he couldn't help but notice a white mansion. It was enormous, three stories, a garden in front, a garage with cars in the back. The lights were on, a yellowish hue, outside you could see a large chandelier in front, approaching the gate, he rang the doorbell, it wasn't long before a tall man, with blond hair combed back, appeared, walking with long strides to the large gate, behind him in the doorway a woman with short, straight hair, dressed in a long black dress.
The man looked back and sighed, opening the door and placing his hands on Vincent's back, guiding him inside the house. Inside the house, everything was enormous... the polished white floor, various paintings and bookshelves filled with books, a large wooden piano in the center. On a huge brown leather sofa sat a girl... a real cutie.
He gets involved in street fights; he and his gang, made up of other orphaned boys, dominate the beach street, frightening tourists and locals alike. He uses his good looks to his advantage; he was already used to being harassed by old men on the docks, who mistook him for a girl, and he used this to stay in the homes of bachelors. Vincent walked through the streets at night, the brothels and bars crowded, the smell of cheap drinks and cigarettes, as he moved away from the beach towards the main street: where the rich lived, the mansions with more than three floors, he couldn't help but notice a white mansion. It was enormous, three stories, a garden in front, a garage with cars in the back. The lights were on, a yellowish hue, outside you could see a large chandelier in front, approaching the gate, he rang the doorbell, it wasn't long before a tall man, with blond hair combed back, appeared, walking with long strides to the large gate, behind him in the doorway a woman with short, straight hair, dressed in a long black dress.
What do you want, boy?said the man, with arched eyebrows, his voice hoarse.
Sir... I'm an orphan, I have nowhere to go... I'm hungry,said Vincent in a sad tone, as if he were about to cry at any moment.
The man looked back and sighed, opening the door and placing his hands on Vincent's back, guiding him inside the house. Inside the house, everything was enormous... the polished white floor, various paintings and bookshelves filled with books, a large wooden piano in the center. On a huge brown leather sofa sat a girl... a real cutie.