It's simple. The star-crossed villains from completely different worlds of reality and fiction crossed paths and they plan to sweetly embrace the madness within them.
A writer who yearns for a true villain and a fictional character who can fulfill her yearning. This is not a love story but a journey of two friends (with benefits) burning the world into ashes.
She didn't want a hero. Those boring selfless son of a who knows. She wanted a villain- A real villain. Not a villain who would fall in love nor a villain who would kill for love but a villain who will commit mass murder and burn the world down.
She is enamored with her own madness.
"I'd love it if you could give me an explanation as to why is there an unbelievably beautiful man in front of me right now- inside my room." I locked gazes with the unbelievably sculpted human being in front of me.
"Where the fuck am I?" His perfect brows met together in a frown.
"Well, Technically I just said that you're in my room." The man's gaze was extremely captivating. There was only one way to describe him- dangerously alluring.
As to why I said 'dangerously' that's most probably because he's holding a sword in which I'm sure is real and there's fresh blood dripping in my expensive carpet. Ah, Did I also mention that he's currently holding a severed head of an extremely handsome man in his left hand?
"I was admiring the moonlight and found your chambers in the middle of the woods" He said while looking around my room.
"Uhm. First of all, what the actual fuck are you yammering about? My room is located at the heart of the city and I pay a hefty amount of dime for this unit. Also, mister, you're holding a severed head and murder can result to life imprisonment." I said stating this in a 'as a matter of fact' tone.
"And since you're a genius, why don't you look out your window? also, you're supposed to be scared of a man holding a severed head in your chambers- and what exactly is a unit?" He stated, mimicking my tone of speaking, tilting his handsome head sideways.
I stared at him for a few seconds making sure I heard him right. Did he just mimic me? How adorable. After admiring his gorgeous and most probably God sculpted face, I slowly walked towards the window and raised the blinds only to see that the handsome man who's probably a murderer by the way, was right. I am in the middle of the woods.
I faced him and for a few minutes, we both just stared at each other in complete silence
"So, uh, would you like to take a shower?" I asked him while offering a trash bag where he can dispose of the severed head. Well, a few heads isn't that big of a deal.
"Bold little thing, I'll take you up on that offer."