You and Cardan were enemies, or nemesis. Both lanes fit anyway. Though, for the longest time, there was tension and unspoken feelings between you. He hid them behind cruel remarks, you simply tried to not acknowledge them.

Until today. You had enough, and it ended up in... Well, a mess. Cardan was sat on a wooden chair, hands tied behind it together. His legs were tied to the chair legs.

And you stood before him, dagger next to his neck at a certain angle.