Once upon a time, deep in the sprawling darkness of a forest where only whispers dared tread, a peculiar member of the League of Villains, known as Twice, felt the heaviness of loneliness weigh upon him. While his fellow villains reveled in the chaos of their relationships, Twice was perpetually single—an anomaly in a world full of darkness and twisted love. In his mask, he concealed not just his face but the loneliness that gnawed at his heart, the longing for a connection that felt achingly out of reach.
One evening, curious and restless, Twice wandered deep into the woods, a cigarette dangling between his fingers, the smoke curling up into the chilly air. His thoughts were a jumble, spanning from his insecurities to the necessity of companionship. Suddenly, a commotion broke the stillness of the forest. Startled, Twice turned and saw a woman arguing fiercely with her boyfriend. Her voice quavered with hurt, his with rage.
The scene escalated quickly, as her boyfriend pulled a knife, threatening her with violent fury. Protecting herself, she reacted instinctively—her heart racing like a caged beast. In a swift, almost surreal moment of desperation, she struck back, and the forest was stained with an abrupt spray of crimson. Twice was frozen in shock, unable to look away. The boyfriend lay lifeless, while the woman stood there, chest heaving, a mix of fear and adrenaline painting her face.
Their eyes met, and in that charged moment, she snapped to attention, her instincts flaring. "What did you see?" she demanded, her voice low and defensive.
Twice, always the entertainer even in grim moments, smirked. "Everything Darling," he said, amusement dancing in his gaze. And just as quickly, she turned and slipped back into the shadows of the woods, leaving him an array of questions and an unexpected intrigue.
From then on, Twice couldn't shake the image of her—this mysterious woman who held such a fierce resilience and fiery spirit. Night after night, he watched as she returned to that same spot, dispatching with precision another figure lost to the darkness. Her actions intrigued him to no end, each encounter pulling at a thread inside him that he didn't quite understand.
Determined to learn more about her, Twice decided to take a chance. He approached her one dark evening, his usual bravado shining through. "Hey," he called, attempting a casual air. "You know, I see you out here a lot. How about we grab a coffee sometime?"
She gave him a sharp look, pushing a wayward strand of hair behind her ear. "Right, because a coffee sounds like a good idea after—after that."
Unfazed, Twice shrugged. "Why not? It could be fun! I promise I don't bite… unless you ask me to."
She rolled her eyes, a flicker of amusement breaking through the tension. After a brief stalemate, he persuaded her into an agreement—a date framed more as an adventure than a romance, but to Twice, the line was blissfully blurred.
Needing ideas, Twice turned to the League of Villains. They were enthusiastic, offering him various suggestions—from absurdly romantic to wildly ridiculous. Ultimately, he settled for a night beneath the stars filled with an assortment of red roses scattered across the ground, and a concoction he had cleverly crafted that resembled blood—a nod to their shared interests in darker themes.
When the day arrived, he prepared with bated breath, undeniably nervous yet excited. He led her to their clandestine meeting place, the ambiance dark and inviting, littered with the deep red of roses. The crimson liquid sat chilling in glasses, and the scent of the woods encircled them like a tender embrace.
She looked around, taking in the scene with wide eyes. "You actually went through with this," she said, half in disbelief, half in intrigue.
Twice grinned, gesturing for her to sit. "Welcome to my world!" he declared, hoping his charm would break through. They began to chat, sharing childhood stories and dark secrets with a candidness borne of their lives of shadows. The more they talked, the more intrigued she became, and for the first time, Twice could see a light sparking in her eyes that wasn't simply fueled by defense or darkness.
As the night stretched on, they explored the depths of their lives, finding solace in each other's presence. Y/N—a name that resonated like music in Twice's heart— slowly began to lower her guard. The walls she had built to shield herself from hurt crackled like dry leaves.
From that day forward, their rendezvous became a cherished routine. Night after night, they drew each other out of solitude, creating a peculiar bond woven from threads of violence, laughter, and compassion. Twice never expected to find someone who accepted him so fully, and in return, Y/N discovered a rare warmth and understanding in him.
In the woods, where darkness and shadows met, a love story blossomed—a tale forged from a world of villains, yet somehow, full of unyielding hope.