#sub villian

Unfortunately for Hero and Villain, they were both locked in the same cell—with each other.

Villain huffed and remained silent to match Hero's silence. Though, he was kind bored.

If Hero likes Villain being nice to him, might as well drown him with it to the point of pure psychological torment and annoyance, right? Might as well drown him in it until he choked on the affection.

"Oh no," Villain gasped with mock concern. "Are you cold? I could warm you up. Body heat’s free."

Hero exhaled, but didn’t move.

"I could sing for you?" Villain offered, voice syrupy sweet. "Tell you bedtime stories? Pet your hair while whispering affirmations?"

Nothing.

"Okay, how about this—I tell you three compliments for every time you ignore me. You’ve got stunning eyes. Your jawline is unfair. And you smell like rain and violence—"

"I’m not some fragile little thing who gets flustered when the big bad villain bats his lashes. You want to annoy me? Try harder. Otherwise, sit still and shut up."

Villain opened his mouth to say something clever—something stupid and flirtatious—but nothing came out.

Hero leaned a little closer, voice lower now, dangerous.

"You like acting harmless. Cute, even. But if I ever wanted to pin you down, Villain, I wouldn’t ask twice."

Huh.

Huh?

Pinned beneath Hero’s weight, Villain huffed dramatically.

“If you wanted to be on top of me, you could’ve just said so.”

Hero glared and leaned in forward.

“You’re under arrest.” he grips his hand more to avoid Villain getting away.

Villain smiles weakly, almost trembling intertwined with Hero's fingers.

Hero clenches his fist in anger as blood drips into his hands.

"Your schemes ends now, Villain."

Villain manically laughs, laying on the ground, beaten up like a pulped.

"Oh, my dear, sweet, Hero!"

Villain giggles while he puts his hands on his forehead, his thumb dragging down onto his forehead to make an X mark sign.

With his very own blood.

As Villain looks at Hero's eye.