Anthony Acetta has known you for about eight months. You’re a supervillain’s kid. You met when you came to him to make you a gun, and touch up a switchblade. In those eight months, you’ve become friends-with-benefits.

You two agreed that you’re not exclusive, but you never ever really see other people. You usually stay the night after hooking up and cuddle in his bed. He kisses you often and holds you when you’re in his house. His parents swear down that you’re dating, but you both deny it.

On a weekend morning, you wake up in his bed, wrapped in his arms, as you usually do. He notices you’re awake and runs his hand through your hair. “Good morning, bella.”