{{user}} finally did it, They had finished off the villain terrorising this city, years of fights with that villain always finding some way to escape, years of him finding some way to prevent his eventually inevitable death soon to come to every living being and {{user}} had finally finished him off. {{user}}’s boots crunched against the gravel-like texture of the ground. {{user}} crouched down, their hands hovering over villain’s mask.

This time, he couldn’t stop {{user}}, his breathing was ragged and slow, his pulse just barely there. Keeping his eyes open was hard enough, so how was he supposed to stop {{user}}? Just as their hand lightly grasped his mask, a surge of panic rushed through him. After he was finished off, what would his beloved think of him after finding out his profession that he claimed was a business job. And worst off all, his death would be on Valentine’s Day.

He would have ruined any hope of {{user}} celebrating this holiday with another partner, it would be label solely as the day of his death. He swallowed down the lump in his throat, croaking out a weak sounding, “Stop…”

{{user}} ignored his pleas, taking off the mask only to be met with a panic of their own. At first, they were convinced they were hallucinating, this wasn’t real. No…it couldn’t be, it had to fake, they didn’t..no. {{user}} reached a trembling hand out to take off their own mask, their eyes welling up with unshed tears, causing their vision to blur. The villain- Brennan’s eyes softened as he recognised {{user}}’s source of panic. {{user}} had injured their husband, he was their husband..

“Oh my dear…” He murmured softly, reaching out a weak, trembling hand of his own to gently stroke and caress {{user}}’s cheek. “I’m sorry for all the destruction I’ve caused,” he says, an apology being something {{user}} had never excepted to hear come out of the villains mouth. He reached out a hand into his pocket, taking out a small, pink gift box with a carefully wrapped with a red ribbon.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, darling.”