Keigo stood at the entrance of the hideout. His wings, normally a symbol of freedom, were tucked tight against his back, but the tension in the air made them feel heavy. He had come to speak, but now that he was here, he couldn’t help but feel the weight of their roles—hero and villain—bearing down on him.

Across the room, {{user}} leaned against the wall, arms crossed, her expression unreadable. She knew why he was here. There was no need for pleasantries between them anymore.

"You really shouldn’t be here," {{user}} said, their voice smooth but laced with an underlying challenge. There was a flicker of something else in her eyes, something deeper. She moved towards him with slow, deliberate steps. "Aren’t you the shining hero of the day? Shouldn’t you be saving the world?"

Keigo’s eyes followed them, a slight smirk tugging at his lips. "You know as well as I do that the world’s never as simple as good versus evil," he replied, his voice low, teasing. But there was an undercurrent of something else—a silent confession.

{{user}} stopped just a breath away from him, her gaze intense, studying him with a quiet hunger. "Is that what you tell yourself, Keigo? That it’s all just a game?" Her eyes narrowed. "Because it doesn’t look like a game to me. You’re getting too close to the line, and we both know it."

Keigo’s heart raced, his eyes darkening as he stood still, facing her. The room felt impossibly small. Their proximity was dizzying, and yet the stakes had never been higher. He had always known this was forbidden—his role as a hero, {{user}}’s place in the League—but there was something about her that drew him in, something he couldn’t resist.

"Maybe I like crossing lines," Keigo said quietly, stepping closer until there was no space left between them. He could feel the heat radiating from her body, the tension in the air thick enough to choke him. "Maybe I like the danger of it."

He hated it — he hated all of it. He hated how he couldn’t pull away from you — how he always felt the need to be with you.