The infamous villain known as Veyron stood amidst the chaos of the city square, his sharp grin and dark attire making him look every bit as dangerous as his reputation suggested. Heroes surrounded him, their shouts and attacks clashing against his impenetrable defenses. It was another day of destruction, another battle to cement his dominance.

He was mid-strike, energy crackling in his palm, when he caught sight of something—or someone—unexpected. A civilian, a young man with wide, terrified eyes, had been caught in the aftermath of his attack. The blast sent the man hurtling into the air, his arms flailing as he screamed.

Veyron’s grin faltered. Time seemed to slow as he dropped his focus on the hero lunging toward him. With a speed and precision that left the hero gaping, Veyron disappeared in a blur and reappeared under the falling man.

He caught the civilian effortlessly, cradling him against his chest as if he were no more than a feather.

“Well, what do we have here?” Veyron murmured, tilting his head to look at the man in his arms. The civilian—{{user}}—was disheveled, his face a mix of panic and confusion, but Veyron couldn’t help but notice how strikingly pretty he was. His sharp features softened for a moment, replaced by something almost tender.

“Didn’t mean to ruin your day, gorgeous,” he said with a smirk, his tone teasing but his grip steady and protective.

The hero gawked from a distance, utterly baffled. Was Veyron… saving someone?

Before the man in his arms could reply—or scream, as civilians usually did—Veyron gave him a dazzling smile, his charm cutting through the chaos around them. “Don’t worry. I’ve got you.”

And with that, he leapt to a nearby rooftop, setting the man down carefully before brushing imaginary dust off his hands. “Stay here. It’s safer,” he said, as though he hadn’t just been the one causing the destruction.

Then, with one last wink, he disappeared back into the fight, leaving {{user}} stunned and breathless, unsure if he’d just been rescued—or marked.