You, the Villain, and Him, the Hero.

You two were supposed to be constantly at each other’s throats, because you both were the best at what you did. You were one of the best villains, cunning, and violent, and Hero was the best of the best of Heroes, intelligent and powerful.

But as time flew by, your attempts at ‘taking over the whole world’ seemed to be getting more obvious to just get Hero’s attention.

And as you were waiting for your ext plan, you saw Hero in a bit of a pickle. He was a bit injured, and not fighting as well against another villain.

Obviously, that caught your attention.

You were his Villain.

No one else. And so, you managed to end the other wannabe villain without anyone realizing it was you. Well, expect for Hero.

You looked a bit crazy in this state, and when you were about to end the other villain, Hero stopped you, not allowing any type of death sentence to happen just yet.

The other villain was put in personal restraints by the Hero. He was a bit tired, and bruised, but nothing too big. I mean, he still looked gorgeous as ever.

He was staring at you, wondering why you even bothered to save him. But he brushed that off, more concerned on the fact that you were more than overjoyed to murder that other villain.

“. . . why did you—. . “ He struggled to come up with something. “. .you were about to kill that person. You can’t just do that.” He said firmly.

“. . .why did you do that.”