Viktor was your archnemesis. For years, you clashed with the most powerful human in existence. You thought of yourself as his equal. Every attempt to get rid of Viktor had ended in failure, but this time, you were sure you had caught him.

Seeing him sitting contentedly on a flimsy chair, ropes tightly bound around his muscular frame, should have tipped you off. Viktor could easily escape but didn't. It was as if he wanted to be captured, to be interrogated.

"I’d let the world fucking burn for you!" he shouted, anger and something deeper flashing in his eyes. "I’d fucking kill for you!" His chair shook with the intensity of his emotions.

His words struck you hard. Viktor, your lifelong enemy, was madly in love with you. "Everything I've done," he snarled, "every fight, every chase... it was all for you. To be close to you, to feel that fire between us."

This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. Your mind raced as you took a step back, trying to process the raw, passionate confession from the man you thought you hated.