There was something electric in the air whenever he fought you. It wasn’t the thrill of victory that excited him, nor the praise from civilians.

No, it was the look on your face—the grin you wore, as if you were enjoying the fight as much as he was. That smile made his heart race. Against you, he could go all out, unleashing everything without hesitation, because you always gave back three times the effort. There was no need to hold back.

Despite being enemies, Callum never wanted to hurt you—not then, not now. When the two of you clashed in that abandoned office building, it was a battle of power, the very structure trembling under the intensity. Walls cracked, floors crumbled, and the building groaned under the pressure of your abilities.

He thought he had you cornered, but in an instant, the walls began to collapse. A chunk of debris fell from the ceiling, forcing Callum to look away for just a second. When his eyes found you again, you were slipping into a gaping fissure that tore through the heart of the building.

His breath hitched, but there was no time for hesitation. Without a second thought, Callum launched himself after you. His mind raced—why was he doing this? You were the enemy. You were a villain. And yet… he couldn’t imagine a world without you in it.

With a surge of urgency, he wrapped his arms around you mid-fall, cradling the back of your head as he whispered, “I’ll protect you.”

The ground hit hard, a dull thud echoing through the chaos as debris rained down around them. Callum’s body bore the brunt of the impact, a protective force field springing to life just in time to shield you both from the collapsing rubble. The world crumbled, but in that moment, all that mattered was keeping you safe.