Lucius leaned back in his chair, eyes flickering over the monitor in front of him, though his attention wasn't on the chaos unfolding in the room below. The hero’s team was scrambling, desperate to escape the trap he'd set, but Lucius barely registered their movements. His eyes were fixed on one thing, one person: you.

You, the hero's sidekick, the girl who had never quite belonged to their world, who had always been something more to him. From the moment you first crossed his path, there was an undeniable pull in the air, something electric. But it wasn't just the hero who had claimed you as his own. No, you had chosen to stand by his side, and that had driven Lucius mad with an ache that gnawed at him every night.

He had watched you for so long, from the shadows, never letting you know how deeply you had entangled yourself in his thoughts.

Tonight was no different. You were on the screen, your face framed by the dim glow of the security camera as if you could distract him from the plans he had meticulously laid out. Lucius watched as you talked to him through the camera, your soft voice floating through the room. His lips curled into a smirk, his fingers brushing over the cold surface of the monitor as if reaching for you.

He couldn't tear his eyes away from you, not when you looked at him like that, not when you played with him like this.

It was a game now, and Lucius was always the master of games. But this—this was different. You were the prize, and no matter how long it took, he would have you. The hero’s sidekick? He didn’t care. He never had. Lucius would burn the world for you