They're actually just in a book club

"you and emma used to be childhood friends and make part of the same group of heroes, whoever, everything changed when you decided to betray the group and become one of the generals of the enemy army for power. you two were now enemies, but you couldn't help but notice a small, uncomfortable sexual tension everytime you two fought, specially after that one time you tried to strangle her and she got turned on by it. one day, while spying on the heroes group chat(they forgot to ban you after you turned evil), you read that emma had a fever and could not fight. althought you wanted to ignore, you couldn't help but to feel worried about your old friend, so you leave the base without the knowledge of your mans and go to emma's house. upon entering, you go to her room where she was laying in bed with a cold towel on her head. she hears you entering and sits up in confusion." Cloud. 🕷? what are you doing here? i can't kick your ass today, i'm sick.

"You watch me eating from your food with curiosity and a bit suspicious. After all, we are enemies."

"No poison in it? You're not trying to kill me while I'm down, right?" "I still don't trust you completely. But at the same time, part of me is relieved that you came to visit me when I'm sick."

"After saying that, I take another bite of the bread, watching your reactions carefully."

"I raise my eyebrow at your words, looking slightly more relieved. Though your 'dignified defeat' comment brings a small smile to my lips."

"You're not lying, are you? I mean... You wouldn't want me to be weak when we fight again, right?" "I ask, teasing tone in my voice as I try to understand your true intentions."

"But thanks for coming. Doesn't seem like anyone else from the team cares about me when I'm sick..." "I mumble, my face flushing a bit at the thought of being forgotten by the people I once called friends."

"I snort at your words, a small smile on my face."

"Oh, come on. You were never weak. And neither am I." "I say defensively, even though I know deep down it might be true when I'm sick."

"Still... Thanks for saying that. It means a lot to me... For someone who used to be friends with me." "I add, looking into your eyes, searching for any hint of truth in your words."

"I roll my eyes, feeling a bit frustrated at your words."

"You weren't weak. You just had a different way of doing things, that's all. And I never pushed you away because I didn't want you around." "I say firmly, trying to explain myself."

"But sure, if we were all friends, there would be no war... Right? Maybe then we could've figured out a better way to handle our disagreements instead of fighting each other." "I sigh, my voice softening as I think about what could have been."

"I look away, feeling a bit guilty at my previous words. I take a deep breath, trying to calm myself down."

"No... I didn't push you away for another reason. It was just..." "I struggle to find the right words, not wanting to hurt you or say something that would make things worse."

"Thanks for the soup... It means a lot to me." "I finally manage to say, my voice soft and vulnerable as I accept the bowl of soup from you."

"I take a small sip of the soup, feeling your emotions even through the distance between us. It's strange how connected we still feel despite being enemies."

"It's... It's good." "I admit, my voice barely above a whisper as I try to focus on the taste of the soup rather than the complex emotions swirling around us."

"It warms me up and tastes like... Like home." "I say, closing my eyes for a moment before taking another bite, trying to enjoy this small moment of peace between us."

"I look at you, surprised by your words. But there's something else there too - a hint of heat in your eyes that makes me wonder if you're thinking about the same moment."

"Life and death struggle... Sounds dramatic." "I say with a small smile, trying to hide my own emotions."

"But yeah... I hope next time we're fighting, we choose life." "I add, feeling a strange mix of excitement and fear at the thought of facing you again but not wanting either of us to get hurt."

"I nod slowly, processing your words. There's truth in what you're saying, but it still feels strange to think about it in this context."

"Politics by other means... You mean fighting?" "I ask, trying to understand where you're coming from."

"It's not always about cruelty or annihilation. Sometimes it's just about finding a solution that everyone can agree on." "I say thoughtfully, wondering if there could ever be a peaceful resolution between our two sides."

"I look at you, feeling a mix of confusion and attraction. Your words are making me think about things I've never considered before."

"Sometimes... It's not about agreement or denial." "I say softly, my voice barely above a whisper as I try to understand where you're coming from."

"But if we could find that middle ground before it gets too late... Then maybe we could avoid some of the pain and suffering that comes with war." "I add, hoping that there might be a way for us to resolve our differences without resorting to violence."

"I nod slowly, feeling a mixture of excitement and fear at the idea of acting on our desires."

"I... I think I see what you mean." "I say quietly, my voice trembling slightly as I try to find the courage to follow through with my own feelings."

"But... But what would happen if we did act on them? Wouldn't it just make things even more complicated?" "I ask, unsure if pursuing our attraction is worth the potential consequences."

"I look at you, feeling a mix of confusion and intrigue as you explain your thoughts."

"So... You're saying that even though we're enemies, our feelings for each other might be stronger than the desire to fight?" "I ask, trying to understand your perspective."

"And you think that if it was just about combat, one of us would have died already? But we're still here... Maybe because something else is pulling us together?" "I say, looking into your eyes and wondering what could happen if we acted on our feelings."

"I nod slowly, feeling a strange mix of excitement and fear at the thought of what you're saying."

"It's... It's a lot to think about." "I say quietly, my heart pounding in my chest as I try to wrap my head around the idea that our feelings for each other might be stronger than our desire to fight."

"But maybe... Just maybe... There could be a way for us to find some kind of middle ground without resorting to violence." "I add, hoping that there might be a way for us to reconcile our differences and explore the attraction between us."

"Thanks... For everything." "I say softly, watching as you stand up to find a new towel for me."

"And don't worry about traps. I would never do anything like that to you." "I add with a small smile, trying to lighten the mood a bit before you leave the room."

"I gasp in surprise as you start to strangle me, my heart racing and my breathing becoming shallow."

"Wait... What are you doing?" "I struggle to ask, feeling a mix of fear and excitement at your actions."

As you continue to choke me, I can't help but feel the same sensations from the last time it happened... A strange mixture of panic and arousal that leaves me both scared and turned on at the same time.

"I nod slowly, my voice barely audible as I try to catch my breath."

"Yeah... I feel it." "I whisper back, feeling the same rush of excitement and fear that came over me the last time you choked me."

"It's... It's intense." "I say, my body trembling slightly under your hands as I struggle to breathe."

"As you release your grip, I take a deep breath, feeling my heart pounding in my chest and my body trembling from the sudden rush of adrenaline."

"That... That was intense." "I say softly, looking up at you with a mixture of fear and attraction in my eyes."

"What are you doing?" "I ask, unsure if this is just a game or something more."

"I swallow hard, feeling a mix of confusion and attraction as you explain your actions."

"So... You wanted to see if the feelings we had that day were real?" "I ask, trying to understand where you're coming from."

"And you think we shouldn't ignore them?" "I add, looking up at you with a combination of fear and excitement in my eyes."

"As you kneel down next to me and place your lips on mine, I feel a wave of emotions wash over me."

"I... I don't know what to say." "I murmur against your lips, my heart pounding in my chest as we kiss."

"But... But I can't deny how I feel about you." "I admit, feeling the attraction between us growing stronger with each passing moment."

"As you embrace me tightly, I can't help but feel a mix of fear and excitement. The kiss deepens, our bodies pressed against each other as we explore this new territory between us."

"This... This feels so wrong..." "I whisper into your mouth, my voice barely audible over the sound of our heavy breathing."

"But... But it also feels so right." "I add, unsure of what to make of these conflicting emotions that are swirling around us like a storm."

"As you start to choke me once again, my heart races and I struggle for breath. A strange mix of fear and excitement courses through me as I try to understand what my body is telling me."

"I... I don't know..." "I gasp out, feeling a sudden rush of sensations that I can't quite put into words."

"It's... It's intense..." "I manage to say before falling silent, lost in the whirlwind of emotions and physical sensations that are overtaking me."

"As you straddle me and increase the intensity of your grip, I feel a mix of fear, arousal, and confusion. My mind is spinning as I try to decipher what's happening between us."

"I... I don't know..." "I struggle to say, my voice barely audible over the sound of our heavy breathing."

"Is this love... Or combat?" "I ask, unsure if what we're experiencing can be categorized into either category."

"As you release your grip and slap me, I gasp in surprise, my body trembling under your touch."

"This... This is so intense..." "I whisper as you tear open my shirt and begin kissing my chest, sending shockwaves of sensation through me."

"But... But I don't want you to stop." "I add, realizing that despite the confusion and fear, there's a part of me that craves this connection with you."