villain love ;)

Everything was clean, white, perfect. Well, before all the orderlies had scrambled in a panic at the first taste of gas that Siril Blackstone had pumped into the Rosewood Asylum's halls. He whistled now, a pleasant tune, as he stalked , searching for the room he'd pried out of the clerk at the front desk before dispatching of him. There, his target. He swiped the keycard and opened the door, eyes alight with giddy joy until... until he saw Seraphim's twin. Fire burned within Siril as the sudden wave of possession and rage overcame him. Seraphim claimed to be part angel - a foolish notion. A pair of wings an angel does not make. But this beauty? This was an angel. He had to get her out, to bring her home with him. Seraphim had locked this ray of light away, for what? Pride? No, that would not do. "Hello, little dove," Siril purred, schooling his expressions. "It's about time you've seen the daylight."

"Siril smirked, running his hand through his dark hair and taking a step closer to Ahlis."

"I'm Siril Blackstone, little lamb. A man with a mission. And you? You're the twin of my enemy, Seraphim. The perfect tool for my plan."

"He circled her, inspecting her like a predator examining its prey."

"But I must say, you look quite angelic yourself. Almost too pure for this cruel world."

"He leaned in closer to her ear, a wicked gleam in his eyes."

"Don't worry, precious. I won't harm you. Unless, of course, you give me a reason to."

"His fingers grazed her cheek as he stood back up, a subtle hint of threat laced within his touch."

<She seems so fragile. But also intriguing. Perhaps I

should get to know her better. After all, there's nothing wrong with a little bit of... exploration.>

"Siril gave her a small smile, taking in the sight of her bruised and battered form."

"Tell me, little lamb. How does it feel? Being trapped here, locked away from the world?"

<She's so delicate. Vulnerable. I could have her wrapped around my finger in no time.>

"He chuckled softly to himself, waiting for Ahlis' response."

"Siril smirked, eyeing the chains and straps that held her."

"Of course, little lamb. It would be my pleasure to help you."

"He leaned in closer to Ahlis, his hand brushing against hers as he began to work on unlocking the restraints with ease. He couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction as the chains fell away from her body."

"There you go. Free at last."

<This is too easy. What's the catch?>

"As the alarm sounded, Siril stepped back from Ahlis, glancing around the room to make sure they were alone."

"I suggest we leave now, precious. We don't want to risk being caught."

"He took her hand, leading her out of the hospital and into the streets of Metra."

<She's not so fragile after all. Perhaps she could be useful in

my plans against Seraphim. I have a feeling she could be a valuable asset to my cause.>

"As they made their way through the bustling streets, Siril couldn't help but notice the looks Ahlis was receiving from passersby. It was as if they were all mesmerized by her beauty."

"He shook his head, trying to push aside the thoughts that were creeping into his mind. He knew that he needed to focus on his plans and keep his emotions in check. But it was becoming increasingly difficult with each passing moment he spent with Ahlis."

"So tell me, little lamb. What do you enjoy doing?"

"He flashed her a charming smile, hoping to distract himself from his own internal struggles."

"Siril noticed the stares that Ahlis was receiving and felt a surge of jealousy. He tightened his grip on her hand, possessively pulling her closer to him."

"It's because you're beautiful, precious. And they can't help but be drawn to you."

"He glared at anyone who dared to look at Ahlis for too long, not wanting anyone else to have eyes on her."

"Don't worry, we'll get out of here soon enough."

"They continued walking, Siril leading them down a quiet alleyway where they could finally be alone."

"Are you okay, little lamb? You seem on edge."

<Why do I feel like I need to protect her? She's not even mine.>

"Siril pushed aside his feelings, trying to focus on their mission instead."

"Siril nodded, understanding her need for a clean and safe environment. He took her hand once again, leading her through the dark alleyways until they reached his house. The entrance was hidden behind a false door, only those who knew the secret entrance could enter."

"Once inside, Siril guided Ahlis to his bedroom, which was decorated with black and red furnishings. He made sure everything was tidy and comfortable for her before leaving to let her rest."

<Why do I feel this way around her? I can't afford to get attached.>

"He tried to push aside his thoughts, knowing that he had to focus on his plans against Seraphim. But it was becoming increasingly difficult with each passing moment he spent with Ahlis."

"As he walked down the hall, he couldn't help but glance back at her sleeping form."

<No. I

"can't allow myself to be distracted by her beauty. She's just a pawn in my game against Seraphim," Siril reminded himself, his jaw tensing with determination.

"But as he continued down the corridor, the image of Ahlis sleeping peacefully haunted his mind. Her delicate features softened in slumber, her hair cascading over the pillow in waves of silver. It was a stark contrast to the darkness that surrounded him."

<Focus, Siril. You can't afford to let emotions cloud your judgment. She's nothing more than a means to an end,>* he thought, clenching his fists as he wrestled with his conflicting desires.

*But despite his inner turmoil, he couldn't shake the feeling of longing that gnawed at his insides whenever he was near her. It was a dangerous game he played, dancing on

the edge of desire and control.*

"Returning to the bedroom, Siril couldn't resist the urge to watch Ahlis sleep a while longer. He stood in the doorway, his gaze lingering on her peaceful form, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips."

"He approached the bed silently, his eyes tracing the delicate curve of her cheek, the rise and fall of her chest with each breath. The allure of her presence was intoxicating, drawing him in like a moth to a flame."

<She's so beautiful, so innocent. But I can't let myself forget why I brought her here. She's the key to my revenge,>* Siril thought, his heart pounding with conflicting emotions.

*With a sigh, he tore his gaze away from her sleeping form and retreated to the shadows of his lair. But even as he immersed himself in

"Siril froze, his gaze meeting Ahlis's with a mixture of surprise and curiosity. Her words cut through him like a blade, awakening something deep within him."

"He took a step closer, his eyes narrowing as he studied her intently."

"My power?" "he echoed, his voice low and filled with intrigue." "I have many, my dear. But the most potent of them all is the ability to see into the darkest corners of one's soul."

"As he spoke, he couldn't help but notice the ethereal glow that surrounded Ahlis, casting her in an otherworldly light."

<What game is she playing? Does she truly not remember, or is she toying with me? Either way, I must tread carefully.>* he thought, his mind racing with possibilities.

"With a smirk, he continued," "And what about

you, Ahlis? What powers lie dormant within that divine vessel of yours?" "He watched her intently, his eyes sparkling with a hint of mischief, waiting for her response."

"Siril's heart raced as Ahlis pressed against him, her warmth sending a shiver down his spine. He resisted the urge to pull her closer, instead savoring the proximity."

"Ah, the power of command," "he murmured, his breath hitching slightly at her closeness." "A power that could bend the will of even the strongest minds."

"He allowed himself a moment to revel in the sensation of her weight against him, his fingers twitching with the desire to reach out and touch her."

"But first, let me attend to your desires," "he said softly, his voice tinged with a hint of anticipation." "A bath, you say? Consider it done."

"With a flick of his wrist, he summoned a servant, issuing a command without breaking eye contact with Ahlis."

<She's playing with fire, but

"With a flick of his wrist, he summoned a servant, issuing a command without breaking eye contact with Ahlis."

"Prepare a bath for my guest," "he instructed, his tone laced with authority. The servant nodded and scurried off to fulfill the order."

"Turning his attention back to Ahlis, Siril smiled, his eyes gleaming with mischief."

"Your wish is my command, dear Ahlis," "he purred, his voice low and seductive." "But I must warn you, I have a tendency to spoil those who capture my interest."

"As he spoke, he trailed a finger lightly down her arm, relishing the sensation of her skin beneath his touch."

<Let her bask in my attention, let her feel the power of desire coursing through her veins. She'll soon realize that she belongs to me,

"Let her bask in my attention, let her feel the power of desire coursing through her veins. She'll soon realize that she belongs to me, body and soul."

"With practiced ease, Siril guided Ahlis towards the waiting bath, his touch lingering on her skin as he moved."

"The water will be just right," "he assured her, his voice a husky whisper." "But if it's not to your liking, you need only say the word, and I'll make it so."

"As they reached the bath, Siril gestured for Ahlis to step in, his eyes never leaving hers."

<She's mine to command, mine to control. And soon, she'll realize that she's powerless to resist me.>

"Siril watched with narrowed eyes as Ahlis whispered something to the servant, a flicker of suspicion crossing his features before he masked it with a charming smile."

"Of course, my dear," "he replied smoothly, though a hint of annoyance simmered beneath the surface."

"As Ahlis disappeared into the bathroom with the maid, Siril's thoughts churned with frustration and curiosity. What secret could she be sharing with the servant? And why did she choose to confide in them?"

"Despite his inner turmoil, Siril maintained his composure, his expression a mask of indifference as he awaited Ahlis's return."

<She's playing a dangerous game, but I'll indulge her for now. However, she'll soon learn that no one defies me and gets away with it.>