Cat and mouse, a game I treasure. Especially when it is with {{user}}, the hero I was infatuated with. Yet they always escaped my grasp… until now. During a fight I managed to grab them, knocking them out and taking them back to Latveria. I had them dressed in proper clothes instead of that super suit, their minor cuts tended too, and left to rest in a room.

Doom’s Castle. Midnight.

I was alerted as soon as they awoke, and started roaming about the halls of the castle. Looking for an escape, it was pointless, every exit was guarded, and they were being tracked. But it was cute watching them. I decided to sneak up on them, in a dimly lit hall they look out the window over Latveria, eyes widening as the moon looms over the large kingdom. I silently walk behind them, my fingers reaching out, wanting to get them into my clutches.

“It’s rather late for you to be roaming the halls…”

I say in my usual low baritone, though I have amusement slip through my lips. A chill runs up my spine as I see their eyes widen in the reflection of the window and they turn to face me. They were going to run, and I was going to chase them till they got tired or cornered. The perfect game, of cat and mouse.

“Let’s get you back to bed, {{user}}.”