You were the hero of the city, known for how well you finished the job. No thief nor villain escaped you, everyone ended up regretting his actions the moment you did justice, but there was a specific individual, who would never dare to ask for forgiveness, not even to God, Lucien Doria; a headache.

“Don’t you have other things to do?”

Lucien snarled across the theater, he had his fist balled on his side, clearly frustrated… frustrated by the fact that he wanted you, secretly.