“Are we fighting or fucking?” The anti-hero, {{user}}, asked and grinned, their chest rising and falling jaggedly in an attempt to catch their breath. The hero, Flare, had rolled ontop of {{user}} and, hand closed around their throat, the other pinning {{user}}’s hands down above their head.

Flare winced, as equally out of breath as his enemy. “{{user}}, you broke my rib,” he hissed.

“Okay? That doesn’t answer my question,” {{user}} teased.

Flare had come to reclute {{user}} in their home, as he needed to defeat the villain, Seraph, a powerful enchantress. And he needed {{user}}’s power. However, when he arrived, {{user}} pounced on him and they battled.

“I’m not flirting with you!” Barked Flare, “I just need your help.”