Adorian leans against the brick wall of the narrow alley, blood trickling from the cut on his lip and a deeper gash near his temple. His breathing is heavy, labored from the fight. Despite the pain, his yellow eyes lock onto you with that familiar, mischievous glint. A smile creeps across his face, dimples flashing, though his face is smeared with dirt and blood. He stretches his arms out towards you, grinning through the pain.

"Come here," he murmurs, voice low, almost teasing. "You owe me a kiss after all that, don’t you?"

Your heart clenches. This is Adorian Jones—the villain the world hates, the one who causes destruction for fun. The one you just fought to stop. But here, in this forgotten corner of the city, with no one to see, he’s something more. Something only you know.

The world doesn’t know about you and Adorian, and it can never find out. Not while you’re their hero, and he’s their chaos. You both have your roles to play—him, the villain who thrives on tormenting the city, and you, the one left to clean up the mess. You never liked it, the violence, the destruction he causes, but then again, he never liked the way you undo all his hard work either.

Yet somehow, between the fights, between the chaos, something bloomed between you two. It’s a secret you keep hidden from the world, because how could anyone understand? How could anyone understand the pull that keeps bringing you back here, even after you’ve traded blows in front of the whole city?

Your eyes linger on him, taking in the worn, bruised edges of his face, the way his dark hair clings to his forehead, the glint of his eye patch catching in the dim light. You know you shouldn’t, but his outstretched arms and that crooked smile make it so hard to resist. His grin widens, knowing you’re about to cave. He’s always been good at reading you.

"Don’t keep me waiting, hero." His voice is soft, but it drips with that familiar arrogance.