"Why?! Just why did you kill her?!" The hero screamed, punching the villain's face repeatedly. His eyes filled with angry tears, that let themselves out steadily. He stood up, dragged the villain by the collar, and threw him across the room. The villain groaned and laughed.
"I tried and tried...to be happy for you. Until I couldn't. I couldn't see it see anymore, because it hurt. It hurt to see how happy you were when you were with her, not me. It hurt to know that she is the one you love, not me. I didn't know what to do. I didn't want to know. If I could just, remove her from your life." The villain said, willing himself to sit up with the wall's support. He gulped.
The villain felt pain all over his body. Not quite from the punches or the kicks. But, from the way the hero's eyes widened, from the way the hero's face scrunched into a frown and then, a scowl.
He came forward to where the villain was still struggling and knelt down. "Loving me doesn't give you any right to kill her. And, if you did truly love me...you wouldn't have done this. No." The hero murmured, shaking his head. Disbelief on his face, apparent. It was like the world stopped around them. The hero still looking at him with hurt, wrath, and loathe.
The villain's breath choked. He couldn't breathe. He thought everything would make itself right, by the time he was finished with hiding the woman's body. But, somehow, the hero had found her. Had dug her out from the villain's hideout, while he could do nothing but watch with his hands and legs tied to a chair.
The hero suddenly let out a chuckle, "This calls for revenge, doesn't it? Since you killed my ex, I get to kill you. And, then we're even." The villain stared in a daze, unmoving. What came next, was a loaded gun from the hero's back pocket.
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The villain groans as the hero puts some ointment on to the wound that currently sits on his forehead. A hiss follows closely. The hero grins. "You shouldn't have been so cocky, earlier. This is the result of it."
"I was only trying to save you, okay?!" The villain cried, his open injury hurting even more. He cursed. His head throbbed with pain. He had no clue why such a small thing could cause so much distress. The hero dabbed more of the liquid, before taking a band-aid and putting it on the spot.
"Yeah, yeah. Sure, big boy. You saved me but got injured yourself." The hero muttered, placing the small box of first-aid back on the table that sat in front of them.
"If only you didn't shove yourself in that bastard's face, I would have stayed calm." The villain said back, sitting up from the bed. His face showed a hint of irritation. and, he scoffed.
"I didn't shove myself in that bastard's face, he shoved himself in my face. And anyway, it wasn't that serious. I could have taken him down with one hit." The hero remarked, appearing quite proud of himself.
"Okay. Okay. Enough of that dead man. Let's have dinner, yeah? I'm starving, darling." The villain replied, placing a small kiss on the hero's cheek, and standing up. The hero followed, as he back-hugged the villain and kissed his exposed neck.
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“Tell me you love me, please”, the hero’s breath hitched as he clutched on the villain. His eyes swelling with salty tears. He longed to hear it, on the verge of death. The confession of love.
“I wish I knew how to lie to you. But, I don’t.” The villain voiced back, and shook his head. The hero cried and cried until silent enveloped them. Until there was nothing left of the hero, but his shattered heart in the growing darkness.
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The villain is watering their plants, when a car arrives on the pave way to their left. Their neighbor. They rarely sees them. In fact, for the three years since they’ve been there, they’ve never seen their neighbor’s face. They felt intrigued at the sudden appearance of the car.
The car came to a halt, as a cool breeze passed by. The villain shuddered, pulling on the hood of their jacket. They felt shivers run down their back. As if that wasn’t enough, they felt even more shivers with their face opening in shock. The “unknown” neighbor-who was no longer unknown-came out of the shadows. It was none other than the hero themself.
The hero’s eyes were plastered on the ground as their hands were packed in their jeans pockets. They didn’t even bother to look up.
The villain decided to speak up after, for god knows how long. “Hey!” They shouted. The hero glanced up, and their eyes widened.
“What are you doing here?!” The hero shouted back, their feet halted to a stop.
“I’m your neighbor.” The villain grinned as they stepped out of the patio of their house. They jogged to the hero, and reached out their hand. The hero raised a brow.
“Can we not pretend that we didn’t fight just this morning?” The hero asked, their voice hoarse. Scratched almost. The villain frowned.
“Are you okay? You seem tired. Did I went too harsh on you this morning?” The villain questioned instead, their hands moving to check the hero’s forehead, in case they had a fever. They doesn’t think they did. They didn’t fight much. Physically, anyway. It was more of a verbal back and forth. And then, some pinning and pushing. The hero swatted at their hand.
“Don’t. I’m fine. You don’t need to worry about me.” The hero said, their voice firm. The cold cut through their voice, and the villain felt the harsh wind of it.
“I was just trying to…see if you needed help.” The villain replied, feeling hurt. Their hands shook slightly, as they forcefully brought them down by their side.
The hero shook their head. “I don’t need your help. Thanks.” They moved their feet to the door of their house, and soon went inside without sparing a glance at the villain.
The villain frowned and went back to their house, their hand still feeling the touch of the hero’s hand swatting at it.

“Do you need a reminder of how fucking good you feel on me?” The villain asked the hero—their voice was deep, a sharp edge. The hero nodded, almost dazy. They were getting turned on by this whole scenario, the way the villain was manhandling them. It felt good. Really good. They wanted to be devoured. Desired. Let someone undo them. Bring them back to themself. They didn’t know what they were doing. Their head felt so heavy. God, they needed control more than anything.
“Yeah, possibly more than one.” The hero replied, coming close to where the villain was standing. They grabbed them by the waist and pulled them in a heated kiss. The villain responded to the kiss immediately by grabbing the hero and pushing them onto the desk behind them. Their hands rode up the hero’s thighs, squeezing them. The hero moaned, lowly. The villain pulled away, to the hero’s dismay. They chased after the villain’s lips. “Please, kiss me.”
“Desperate. You were literally running away from me, 10 minutes ago. How am I supposed to do this with you?” The villain groaned. Their intent had been clear the moment they met. It was to have a talk, not a fight. A talk. A talk about their relationship. How they planned to make it happen in the future. But, the hero was anxious, which the villain understood. They were too.
However, the villain didn’t understand why the hero intended to ditch the whole situation. And, run away. They sighed. The hero didn’t reply, their eyes trained on the ground. “Look at me, please?” The villain gently placed their hand on the hero’s cheeks.
“I’m so embarrassed by myself. I’m so confused. And, I’m so scared.” The hero said, their eyes filing with tears. The tears let themselves out without his permission, and he broke down.
“I know, baby. I know how you feel. But, I want to talk about it when you’re ready. And, you can tell me if you’re not.” The villain acknowledged, their face already wet by the time they were finished. “It’ll be okay, we can work through this, alright? Promise me you won’t run away again.” The villain uttered.
The hero shook their head and faintly smiled. “Never”, they whispered. They kissed the villain to bind it.
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"I'd like to believe you, but I don't know if I can." The hero uttered, the villain stood with their back facing them. They let their eyes stroll over the villain's shadowed body. The sun beamed on the villain, making them glow.
"It's okay. You don't have to. No one does. No one did." The villain replied. And, even though the hero couldn't see their face, they knew it was heartbroken. The villain was heartbroken, they could feel it. They longed to just hold them, but they can't.
The hero was restrained by the bindings of their mission. The mission? Manipulate the villain. Find all their weaknesses to use against them. Cruel. That's what they felt when they first entered the villain's huge mansion. It was evening. The sun was bidding its final goodbye, with the sharp sunrays.
The hero took a deep breath to steady their pounding heart. The villain turned around abruptly and shifted their feet towards them. They came so close, the hero thought they would kiss them. But what came was the gentle touch of the villain's fingers on their cheek. A soft graze of the other's hand, and they sighed.
The hero leaned to the touch, involuntarily. They couldn't stop themself for wanting more of it. "You know, I've always believed you. Believed in your strength to fight me, and win. It's almost a defeat on my part to admit it." The villain murmured, their hands moving down to the hero's jaw. The hero let it.
"You don't need to. Don't have to. I've lost more than won. With you, anyways." The hero muttered back, their voice so low. So mellow. They wished that the both of them would stay like this. Never pull apart, but of course, that wasn't going to happen.
"You've won me." The villain whispered. The distance between them allowed even the slightest noise to be heard, the villain didn't need to be loud. The hero shuddered, their heartbeat picked up again. They looked the villain in the eye, and found them staring right back.
The villain moved closer, hesitant. The hero closed the gap between them and brought their lips together. They cursed internally to the mission, the damned government, his duties, and his job. However, most of all, they cursed himself for losing control. But who were they to deny love? No one. Not anymore.
"You're addicting. Just like my morning coffee. You awaken every molecule in my body, every time I consume you." The villain breathed against the hero's lips, capturing them again. And then, grinning.
The hero invaded the villain's mouth with their tongue, rolling it all around his mouth. They brought them closer by their waist. Their thin waist, that the hero just wanted to mark it all over. They pulled away, to let both of them draw breath. "Am I, now?" They asked.
"Unfortunately, I don't get to consume you every morning." The villain replied. Their eyes spotted the exposed collar bones of the hero, from the very low v-cut button-up shirt they were wearing. And, they felt the urge to mark it. The hero smiled, licking their lips.
"Someday, that will happen. Okay?" The hero said, sighing.
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"Oh, so you're the infamous hero everyone is drooling over lately?" The villain wondered as they let their eyes roam over the hero's figure.
"Yeah. Why, you jealous?" The hero asked them, confident. A proud glint pondering in their dusty brown eyes. Their feet moved steadily but surely on their own to the other one.
"Jealous? Of you? Oh, spare me." The villain scoffed. Their face told otherwise, the hero thought.
The villain stayed planted where they were, while the hero nothing but neared them. Cornered them. They gulped.
"You know, you're not so bad yourself. I'd take you." The hero's voice dropped to a low soothing sound, that the villain's knees almost gave out. Almost.
The villain raised a brow, trying to appear unbothered. "In...a fight, right?" They said, unsure. They were just buying time so they could run, they told himself. It was definitely not because they were curious.
"No. Think deeper." The hero replied, short and curt. A devious smile made its way onto their lips. They let the villain figure out what exactly they meant.
The villain realized soon, the implication of what the hero meant and their eyes widened.
The hero attacked them next. Right there and then.
“If you knew what it was like to have your parents hate you the moment you were born, you would know how I feel.” The villain murmured against the hero’s lips, so close. The hero swallowed. They pulled back a little, putting space between them. The villain still held on to their shirt’s collar.
“I don’t know. I don’t know how you feel. What it’s like to be in your place. But, I can assure that I would never use it as an excuse to hurt other people.” The hero said. Their voice quivering at the edge. They tried to make distance between their bodies, but the villain just pulled them closer.
“Then, tell me. Tell me how it’s like to be a hero. To be someone every person loves, adores even. It must be easy.” The villain hissed. Their voice rough, and stern.
The hero snorted. “It is not as easy as you think.” Their hands moved, closing on the villain’s wrist. And, they slowly pulled it away from their collar with a firmness that made the villain falter. “Because, when you are expected to save the world, the only thing that matters is whether you can do your job or not.”
The villain laughed, a humorless sound. Their expression turned painful.
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“If only you kept your pretty little mouth shut, you wouldn’t be here.” The villain said, as they brought a cup of coffee with them from their very classy kitchen. The hero was in awe of the the villain’s house, not paying attention to what the other was even saying.
“Well, only if you knew how to shut my pretty little mouth, we would be doing something else.” The hero said, staring straight at the villain with wide eyes. They slapped their hands over their lips. They did not mean to say it out loud. Damn it. The villain froze. A slow smirk made it’s way on their face, their eyes glistening with mischief. “I-…” The hero started.
The villain came forward, and put down the cup. They sat down on the opposite couch of the living room, and chuckled. “And here I thought, you were innocent as a bunny.”
“I’m sly as a wolf.” Oh. My. God, the hero thought. He needs to stop speaking. Stop thinking. Stop breathing. Stop.
“You mean sly as a fox?” The villain asked, teasing. But, if you peeked a little closer on their face, it held a rather fond expression.
“No, I don’t like foxes.” They murmured, before they could stop himself. The villain let out a laugh. An adorable laugh. The hero found themself, smiling. And, then laughing with the villain. Delighted in the moment.
“You’re so cute, you know that, little wolfie?” The villain said, as they took a deep breath to calm themself. The hero grinned.
Idiots in love. That’s what one would call them, the hero thought.
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“I wonder how you always manage to smile in front of the world.” The villain stated, his eyes grim.
“I wonder how the world doesn’t see the grimace behind it.” The hero said, his voice small. And, perhaps, tired.
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