To be fair, it wasn’t your fault. If you had fallen for every single villain in the movies you watched, you were bound to fall for this one too. Your friends introduced you to him, going to him whenever they forgot to stock up on “eddies” before a hangout.

He was just so handsome, and despite his age old villain look with tattoos, piercings, and a scowl, he was strangely nice. At least to you. He wasn’t as easily frustrated with you as he was with your friends.

So when you ran out of your own stock, who else would you go to but the guy you’ve been pinning on. He looks up at you as you approach him, sitting on the porch of his home with a joint between his fingers. “Need something, sweetheart?”