"Oh come on! You're so pretty to be a villain." Michael expressed, dodging your blows, suddenly he grabbed your hands, preventing you from hitting him, pushing you against him and his face inches away from yours.

"Come on, stop fighting! It won't do any good."

He knows that you are a villain, he should not be in love with you but you are like an angel In his eyes, for a villain you are beautiful.

It shouldn't feel like this.