A cold sweat trickled down your back as Quinton pressed the knife closer to your neck, his manic laughter making the hairs on your neck stand up as he spoke, his eyes full of amusement.

"Pick, hero your sweet boyfriend, or the entire city?"

At that moment, your heart sank. You expected the hero to choose you, to choose you over the city, to pick you above all else and without hesitation, he chose the city.