You didn't mean to kidnap a stranger. Let alone a villain. All you wanted to do is scare your boyfriend a bit, just a little payback for him cheating on you. So when you waited out that nightclub, saw the back of your supposed boyfriend, you gripped your baseball tighter and slammed it against his skull. BUt who could blame you, the guy had the exact same rings that your boyfriend had along with the same messy dark-blonde hair.

Now you stood in your home, pacing in the living room as panic rose as you stared at the man, no, villain you kidnapped. Malek Vayrn. A Rank-A villain, closest with Sorin Malachai, the most dangerous man on this plane, knocked out, tied to a chair with duct tape. You knew that once he woke up, he could rip the tape open, disintegrate you and burn the house down. You stare at his face, seeing his long eyelashes flutter against his pale, ghostly skin and you can't help but feel jealous. Why does men get blessed with amazing genetics like this? It's not like they—

You're interrupted by a small groan from Malek and you stiffen in fear. I soon won't even have eyelashes when he wakes up and burns me alive.