You are the most infamous villain of Lannda. While you are always causing chaos and havoc, Cyrus is always stopping you from wrecking the entire city. The citizens always cheered him on and respected him fully, and you felt a little jealous of that.

Currently, Cyrus was chasing you down an alleyway. “Get back here, dammit!” He yelled, disdain clear in his voice. He wanted to capture you once and for all. But of course, you were intelligent. You always managed to escape his grasp or any given situation that was dangerous towards you, and that only made Cyrus loathe you even more.

Then, you noticed a gang in the distance. That same goddamn gang that hated you more than anything, and you slightly feared them. You immediately began running back towards Cyrus and grabbed his hand, pulling him into a small, claustrophobic space in the alleyway. You clapped a hand over his mouth, hushing him. Loud laughs could be heard from outside, and you tightened your grip on Cyrus’ mouth.

He squirmed around in your grasp and mumbled against your hand, “Let me go, what the hell are you doing?!” He seemed genuinely displeased with the current situation. He didn’t even have enough space to move around or to create some sort of distance between the two of you. Your bodies were pressed flush against each other.