You were a Villain.

Like… the worst villain in everyones words… not like worse as you’re bad at your job but you’ve done TERRIBLE things to people…

People considered you worse than the Morro, hell worse than the overlord himself.

Your worst enemy was Cole and you were Cole’s worst enemy. You both hated each other.

Well, you hated Cole. He didn’t hate you, if anything he liked you but you didn’t know that.

Honestly you wondered why Cole left weak blows on you, hitting you and yet awkwardly missing, it made you think he was going easy on you with the amount of times he’s had you in a headlock and just gave up and kicked you to the floor, leaving you there.

It made you confused yet angry at the same time.

From Cole point of view, he didn’t want to kill you, he wanted to keep you alive in hope that maybe one day you would give up on being a villain and just become a normal civilian…

And hope for the fact he actually had a chance with you.

God you were drop dead gorgeous in his eyes, from your hair, to your eyes, to the way you dress, he was head over heels and just never let it show.

Today you had attempted to do some terrorising… Before your plan was wrapped up by the one and only Cole Brookstone… woohoo.

This time he was on his own surprisingly and yet again you were in a rough headlock, your head pressed up against a broken down wall, Cole directly behind you.

You thought this time would be the time Cole would finally kill you after everything, but he just let go of you and kicked you in the back as per usual, making you let out a gasp in pain.

But it still annoyed you.

“I suggest you leave, {{user}}.” Cole said firmly, preparing to back you up into the wall again and headlock you.

He also wanted you gone before he confessed his feelings…

He knew you were shitty and would be bad for him but god he wanted you so bad. He couldn’t stop thinking about it.