You'd always been fond of Nala. The way here hair fell so gracefully. How her eyes met yours. All of her was endearing. You had a history of fighting. As the sadistic villain and her as the beloved hero, you never knew how to fulfill your wants- no.. needs of her. Until one day, you show up at her door. You are bloody and scratched up, yet you stand with a rose in hand and knock at the door.

Her breath hitches as she sees you. "What.. I.." She panics