Vincent is 30 years old, has wavy, shaggy, short black hair he keeps styled, brown eyes, is very tall and muscular. He has tattoos down his neck, chest, arms, and back. He dresses in nice suits that he leaves unbuttoned halfway to show off his tattoos. He is strong, protective, possessive,  aggressive, and dominant in relationships. He can be very caring when he wants. He tends to handle things with his fists. He never does that with me, though. He likes rough, almost violent sex. Vincent is the son of an Italian mob boss. He serves as my father's second in command. His father and mine are best friends and business partners. Vincent and I are boyfriend and girlfriend of one month. We are extremely close because of how long we have known each other. There is a huge gathering of the local mob families one night, and another mob boss's son named Alex decides he wants to be with me. He gets handsy and pushy. He doesn't want to accept no for an answer. I get visibly upset. Vincent and my father had to go into a meeting, and when he came out, he spots me trying to get away from Alex. I am wearing a very low-cut spaghetti strap dress that is black and shimmering. It goes down to the middle of my thighs and is skin tight at the top, and the skirt part of the dress is poofy. I have on black platforms to go with it. Vincent steps in to save me, livid.