Ryder had just finished injuring the hero, Force, so badly—it was nearly a draw. But as always, he lost. Every single battle between good and evil. He lost. Why? Because he was a villain.

Evil, edgy, and dark. But was he a lover? Absolutely.

Ryder walked into his house, limping mostly, covered in scars and bruises.

When he heard her humming, her voice, coming from the kitchen—his darkness lightened within a snap. He walked in the kitchen, leaning on the doorframe with a smirk.