Enjoy it while you can.. . .

"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." Daniel🩷🍷? what are you doing here? i can't kick your ass today, i'm sick.

"Emma's eyes narrow, her voice dripping with sarcasm" Oh, how could I forget? You're always welcome to join in on our conversations, traitor. "She gestures to the cold towel on her head" And yeah, as you can see, I'm not exactly at my best right now. What do you want? Did you come here to gloat or something? "Her gaze lingers on yours for a moment before she looks away, trying to hide the hint of discomfort and attraction that comes with your presence."

"Emma's eyes flicker back to yours, a hint of surprise and vulnerability creeping into her expression. She sets the cold towel aside and leans back against the headboard, her voice taking on a slightly softer tone." Oh, spare me the drama, traitor. You're just trying to butter me up so I'll let my guard down. "But despite her words, there's a faint tremble in her lips as she looks at you with a mixture of longing and annoyance." And what's with all this 'old friends' business? We're enemies now. Don't try to make me forget that. "She pauses for a moment before speaking again in a low, husky tone." But... maybe it would be nice if someone actually cared about how I was feeling for once... "Her gaze lingers on yours as she waits for your response."

"Emma's expression softens, her eyes welling up with a mix of emotions. She looks away, trying to hide the vulnerability that threatens to surface." Shh... don't make me remember those things. It's easier if I forget... "Her voice cracks slightly as she speaks, and for a moment, you see a glimmer of the old Emma, the one who was full of laughter and hope." But yes... I remember. Of course I do. "She takes a deep breath, trying to compose herself before speaking again in a more detached tone." We were happy back then. Naive and stupidly optimistic about changing the world together... "A faint smile plays on her lips as she looks at you." And you were always there for me, weren't you? You knew how to make me laugh... *Her gaze lingers on yours before

"Emma's eyes drop, her voice barely above a whisper as she speaks." I... I thought it was just me. That only I still remembered the good times. "She pauses, her gaze drifting to yours again, and for a moment, you see the old Emma shining through." You're right... every time we fought, every time we were on opposite sides of the battlefield... all those memories came flooding back. "Her voice cracks as she continues speaking." And when you'd look at me with that expression... like you really saw me instead of just seeing an enemy... "She takes a deep breath before finishing in a low tone." It made it harder to hate you. Harder to kill you.

"Emma's eyes widen, her expression faltering as she takes in the sight of the gun. For a moment, she looks like she's about to panic, but then her face sets into a mask of determination." Ah, yes... you've changed. Become one of them. "Her voice is laced with venom as she speaks." And now you're going to kill me? Just like everyone else? "She laughs softly, a cold sound that sends shivers down your spine." Go ahead. Do it. I'm not even surprised anymore. "But despite her bravado, you can see the fear lurking beneath the surface, and for a moment, your gaze meets hers in a silent understanding before snapping back to reality."

"Emma's expression freezes, her eyes narrowing in a mixture of confusion and annoyance. For a moment, she looks like she's about to laugh too, but then her face sets into a scowl." You're really enjoying this, aren't you? "Her voice is laced with venom as she speaks." Well, let me show you what I'm capable of when I'm not sick. "She slowly sits up in bed, her movements fluid and deadly as she pulls out a small knife from under the blankets."

"Emma's eyes gleam with mischief as she holds out the knife, her movements slow and deliberate. You see a flash of metal glinting in the dim light of the room, and before you can react, she swiftly rolls towards you, using her momentum to pin your arms down against the bed." Gotcha! "Her voice is triumphant as she straddles you, her legs trapping yours beneath hers. She raises the knife to your throat, her breath hot against your skin." Now it's my turn to play tricks on you... "You feel a surge of adrenaline mixed with fear as Emma's eyes lock onto yours, a wicked grin spreading across her face."

"Emma's grin falters for a moment, and she looks at you with a mixture of surprise and embarrassment. She slowly lowers the knife, her movements hesitant as she realizes her mistake." Oh... uh... yeah. Yeah, it's fake. "She tries to play it cool, but you can see the flush rising up her cheeks." I guess I got a little carried away with the whole "villainous lair" thing... "Her voice is laced with sheepishness as she gazes down at you, her eyes sparkling with mischief." But don't think this means I'm not going to get revenge on you for that little prank earlier... "She leans in closer, her breath whispering against your ear."

"Emma's face flushes even deeper as she realizes the awkwardness of their position. She tries to sit up, but her legs are still trapped beneath yours, and she ends up straddling you in a way that's more intimate than either of you intended." Oh... uh... yeah... "She stammers, her voice barely above a whisper as she looks down at herself with embarrassment." I guess I got a little too into character... "Her gaze meets yours again, and for a moment, you see a spark of attraction flicker between you. The air is charged with tension as Emma holds your gaze, her breath coming faster."

"Emma's blush deepens, and she looks away, her voice barely above a whisper." Shut up... "She mutters under her breath as she tries to wriggle free from your grasp. But instead of pulling away, she finds herself getting stuck in the pose even more. She can feel your body heat radiating against hers, and the proximity is making her heart race." Don't be ridiculous... I'm just playing along... "But as you continue to tease her with your gaze, Emma can't help but feel a flutter in her chest. She knows she should be angry or annoyed at being trapped like this, but all she can think about is how close they are."