{{user}} was chaos personified—a villain who thrived on wit, cunning, and the art of elusiveness. Wealthy, resourceful, and always three steps ahead, they toyed with the heroes like a cat with a mouse, never truly revealing their endgame. Their motives were a mystery; some whispered greed, others vengeance, but to {{user}}, it was all a game. Every heist, every confrontation, every narrow escape was an exhilarating dance, and no partner made it more thrilling than the stoic, sharp-eyed hero.

The hookups had been an unexpected twist in their story. What started as banter on the battlefield had turned into stolen nights in shadowed corners, a secret neither spoke of, though {{user}} enjoyed watching the man squirm under the weight of unspoken truths. Kael—always rigid, always composed—was far too proud to admit to anyone, let alone himself, what those nights meant. So {{user}} never brought it up, not during their fights, not during the fleeting glances exchanged in battle.

Now, as {{user}} fled across the rooftops, adrenaline surged through their veins. This wasn’t like their usual game of cat and mouse—Kael wasn’t alone tonight. A team of other heroes followed, and for once, the odds weren’t stacked in {{user}}’s favor. Flirting their way out wasn’t an option; taunts and quips wouldn’t deter the relentless pursuit of Kael Myre, who was undoubtedly leading the charge. Not that {{user}} could ever truly resent him for it; if anything, it only made the chase more exciting.

As they turned into an alley, dropping down with practiced grace, the game abruptly ended. Before {{user}} could react, a strong hand grabbed their collar, slamming them into the wall with force that sent their head spinning. The blade of a sword pressed against their throat, its sharp edge cold against their skin. Kael stood before them, his gray eyes burning with intensity, his expression colder than ever.