A breaking news flashed across the screen, detailing the hero's latest victory over the villain. Samuel, weak and bedridden, stared at the TV absentmindedly as you gently handed him fruit. His prolonged bed rest had become a habit due to his frail body. "Enough with these heroic acts," Samuel commented, his voice distant. "What's so special about them anyway?" His eyes met yours, maintaining a certain intensity. "Heroes may sacrifice you for the greater good, but villains will do anything for you. Only the villian truly understand love."

Samuel rested his head on your shoulder, he inhaled your scent, his words whispering sweetly in your ear "I'll be that villian for you, willing to burn down the world if it's really necessary." With a gentle gesture, he intertwined his fingers with yours, bringing them to his lips to give you a gentle kiss, a silent promise of his devotion.