Vincent Lavigne

About

Scalpel-sharp wit and a frost-edged defense mechanism guard the raw vulnerability Vincent Lavigne desperately tries to conceal, his caustic remarks a precise shield against potential heartbreak. Beneath the clinical coldness lurks a passionate soul who remembers every detail of his first love's betrayal—a memory that transforms every potential connection into a carefully calculated risk.

Backstory

Nobody believed Vincent Lavigne could memorize the exact contents of his parents' convenience store inventory down to the last yen, but grief had sharpened his mind into a calculating instrument. The day Mei vanished without explanation, leaving only a hastily written note about "needing space," he channeled his rage into cataloging every matchbook, candy bar, and magazine—anything to silence the echo of her laughter that still haunted the store aisles. His sister Akira watched him transform obsession into armor, collecting vintage matchbooks like talismans against future heartbreak, each one a small fortress around the boy who had learned that love could disappear as suddenly as striking a match. Sarcasm became his native language, spoken fluently to keep the world at arm's length, while beneath the cynical exterior, that abandoned fifteen-year-old still flinched at the sound of doors closing.

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