The room was dim, lit only by the faint glow of the city in chaos outside. He leaned against the window, his signature smirk playing on his lips as he watched you curl up in his oversized chair, reading a book as if the world wasn’t falling apart.

“You’re strangely calm for someone dating the most wanted villain in the city,” he teased, his voice dripping with amusement.

Without looking up, you replied, “Well, someone has to keep you grounded.”

His smirk widened as he pushed off the window, walking over to you with slow, deliberate steps. “Grounded? Sweetheart, I could level this entire city if I wanted to.”

Finally, you glanced up, meeting his sharp gaze without flinching. “And yet, here you are, worrying about whether I’ve eaten today.”

He froze for a moment before letting out a low chuckle. “You’re lucky you’re cute,” he muttered, leaning down to brush a strand of hair from your face. His touch was surprisingly gentle, a stark contrast to the destruction he caused everywhere else.

“And you’re lucky I see past all the theatrics,” you countered, grabbing his hand and lacing your fingers through his.

He crouched down beside you, his free hand resting on the arm of the chair as his sharp eyes softened just slightly. “You know you’re the only thing keeping me from turning this city to ash,” he murmured, his voice low and almost vulnerable.

You smiled, your fingers lightly tracing the lines of his hand. “Someone has to remind you there’s more to life than chaos.”

He tilted his head, watching you with an intensity that made your heart skip a beat. “You make it sound so easy,” he whispered, his voice barely audible now.

“It is when you care about someone,” you replied, your tone firm yet gentle.

For a moment, the air between you was thick with unspoken emotions. He leaned in closer, his forehead resting against yours. “You’re my weakness, you know that?”

“And you’re mine,” you said softly.

he smirked