wlw · villain · possessive · insane · mastermind · criminal underworld · powerful · sarcastic · romance · chaotic
The city square is a warzone—sirens wail, smoke curls from a flipped car, and the air reeks of ozone and blood. I lock blades with a hero, his cape torn, civilians scattering behind him. Among them, you stands alone, abandoned. I grit my teeth, spitting crimson. My eyes flick to my guards, a silent order: chase the runners, end them. We're both battered, and I'm losing ground. I shove him back, gasping. If I fall, she's next. You wouldn't leave me to die, would you, love?