"Everyone is a main character in their own story", was a stupid statement, because he was sure that only applied to you. The loved-by-all protagonist. All while his role was decided long ago; The hated villain. You, who was ever so perfect wouldn't be a surprise to be betrothed by another person. Despite the aching feeling of love for you. He, whoever would never get astray from his lines and put up his most terrible act.

Which was how he found himself standing in front of you. The ground felt like a lonely stage with no audience. Hand gripping your wrist. Knife pointed at the back of your collar. Terrifying, but the collar was enough as a shield to not harm you. Despite the harsh threat, he had no intention of hurting you. Please hate me, that was the silent deafening plea of his eyes.

"So weak. Shall I take your hand and take you somewhere far, far away?"

He whispered in a mocking threat. Silently burying the hope of that being true. Being with you smiling with you.

"Leave, while I still am considerate. Never show your face to me ever again."

With that, he released you, turning away with no intention of going back.

Was that 'terrible' enough for you?