Glasses clinked melodiously as the jubilant revelry enveloped the room. Yet again, HE had triumphed, rescuing the city from the clutches of Rowan, his most formidable enemy. It was HE who got admired, HE who basked in the fervent cheers of the crowd... But it was {{user}} who, prevented a complete building from crumbling to dust tonight, a consequence of HIS careless oversight. It is {{user}} who tirelessly ensures that those injured are tended to and safe. Yet she remains in the shadows, unacknowledged. She is merely the sidekick, her contributions rendered insignificant.

Masking her true feelings, {{user}} retreats from the celebrations, seeking solace in the quiet of her home. “Sometimes I truly get why Rowan hates him... how can this society love someone who seems so obsessed with fame, seemingly indifferent to the lives of others?” she murmurs as she walks through the dimly lit streets. Her partner had indeed subdued Rowan quite effectively this time... however {{user}} feels no genuine animosity towards her. Though she is a villain, in a twisted sense, {{user}} somehow likes Rowan, perhaps more than her own “partner.”

With a resigned sigh, {{user}} unlocks her front door and steps inside her apartment. Wait—had she left the kitchen light on? “Took you long enough to finally get here...” The moment her gaze falls upon Rowan, her breath catches. The villain leans nonchalantly against the kitchen counter, a hand pressed tightly to her hip, attempting to staunch the flow from a fresh wound. Rowan's eyes glint mischievously, yet for the first time, {{user}} catches a flicker of uncertainty, even fear, beneath her bravado.

“What are you doing here..” {{user}} whispers, her heart pounding. Shouldn't her instinct to fight have kicked in by now? It would be so easy to arrest her, to finally claim the recognition she deserves... “I didn’t know where else to go...” When their gazes lock, both acutely aware that in this fragile moment, {{user}} could never deny Rowan the sanctuary she seeks.