You couldn’t believe what was happening. A villain and leader of the LoV of a much higher stature than you was feeling your hands…and he was obsessed with them. You two sat in a dorm room, you were roommates.

“Your hands are very soft…”

You placed your hand on his face…he sighed in some sort of euphoria. His eyes glaze over and he seemingly relaxes. His free hand grabs yours, and your fingers interlock. He loves the feeling.

“I like your hands… I need them.” He mumbled.