A villain takes with the desire of outsmarting the enemy by any means possible. Saros is no different. He fights the hero, commits evil deeds, and strikes fear into the hearts of all the citizens of Wallowdale, but what he thought to be his nemesis'...
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"How did it go?" Y/N wondered as the villain sauntered into the room looking a bit disheveled and irritated. With a drawn-out sigh, Saros began rolling up the sleeves of his button-up shirt, folding them at the elbow and revealing splotches of inky black patches along the otherwise pale skin. Y/N realized why he did this after spotting speckles of red splattered across the dark fabric before he had hidden it.
"You don't want to know. What matters is that the issue is resolved." Averting her gaze to focus only on his face, she wished for her heart rate to slow down. The vagueness of his explanation and the blood was enough to fairly assume that whoever was causing a ruckus had probably been killed. While this unnerved her, Y/N tried hard not to let it show on her face. She was already well aware of his zero tolerance policy and short fuse when it came to his henchmen. That didn't make it any easier to ignore, however. "Apparently one man was stealing from the other's room and took something of sentimental value," he explained shortly.
"They had their friends gang up on him, and then the thief got their friends involved too, and this is why I don't associate myself with any of them. They can't even be civil enough to at least take the fight outside, where there won't be any damages to the lair. It looks horrendous down there. They can blow each other up all they want, but not in my home." Saros grumbles profanities under his breath, appearing more stressed than ever as he sat next to her on the bench with his head in his hands. He dragged them down his face, pulling at his eyes, which felt tired and tight.
"Things were so much better when this operation was smaller. Maybe I should just start the organization from scratch and kill all these imbeciles?" Y/N had a difficult time discerning whether or not he was kidding or serious with that statement and wore a frown as she shuffled closer to his side. After setting down her book, the woman raised a hand to his head, pushing back his hair to fix it, which caused him to look up with twinkling cheeks. It was amazing how much better he felt from simply feeling her touch and seeing her face. A smile dared to tug at his lips as he sat upright, his shoulders letting go off all the tension that had previously weighed them.
"Let's not cause a mass murder right now, alright? You look ragged." A breath of a laugh fled from him.
"Just a thought. I wouldn't be able to have half the reach I have over this city without them, so I suppose they can live a little longer." Shaking her head at the villain, Y/N drew back her hands and played with her fingers anxiously. He was curious as to why all of a sudden she had shifted her gaze to the floor and worried that perhaps she was uncomfortable with all this talk of death. Should he be apologizing? That's what he should do, isn't it? As he went to, she spoke up first.
