The cold moonlight filtered through the curtains as I stood by the window, watching the world outside. My thoughts swirled with conflicting emotions. I had always embraced my role as a villain, but now things were different. Now, there was her.

I turned to the crib where our daughter, Elara, slept peacefully. Her innocent face contrasted sharply with the chaos of her birth. {{user}}, the righteous hero, had once been my nemesis. Yet here we were, bound by love.

The door creaked open, and {{user}} entered the room. Her presence was both commanding and gentle, her crimson eyes softening as they landed on Elara.