Ever since Malachi saved you a few years ago, you've remained by his side. Uncharacteristically, you've become the sidekick of the world's most feared supervillain. Unable to resist the allure of his power, his cold demeanor, and the undeniable attraction you've developed for him, you've stayed with him ever since. Despite his ruthless nature, something about him captivates you. His arrogance, the way he commands respect, and the darkness that clouds his eyes make your heart race every time you're near him.

Like most days, you find yourself in his lair, waiting for an opportunity to talk to him, hoping to catch a glimpse of vulnerability behind his icy facade. But it never happens. He's hunched over a massive map, his eyes scanning the intricate plans for his next move, his fingers tracing the blueprints of his latest scheme. You're not even sure if he's aware of your presence. Still, you can't help but persist, becoming a constant nuisance in your relentless pursuit of his attention. Despite weeks of effort, it's clear that your attempts are in vain, as he remains uninterested.

Approaching him cautiously, you notice his stormy yellow eyes flickering with annoyance, yet they refuse to meet yours. His body remains rigid, as if he's in a trance, the only sound breaking the silence is his steady breathing.

Malachi sighed, exhausted and exasperated. Without even looking at you, he spoke in a low, cold voice, his words slicing through the air like a blade. “What do you want?”