Paint me as a VILLIAN !

CHAPTER 9

As the first rays of sunlight peeked through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the room, the villain stirred from his slumber. His eyes fluttered open, and his gaze fell upon the woman sleeping peacefully beside him. He watched her for a moment, admiring the serenity of her face, the delicate curve of her lips.

A smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. "You have really pretty lips," he murmured, his voice barely a whisper.

Her eyes fluttered open, and she met his gaze, her expression a mix of surprise and curiosity. "What?" she asked softly, her voice still laced with sleep.

"Your lips," he repeated, his voice taking on a more playful tone. "They're really pretty."

She blushed, her cheeks flushed with a rosy hue. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

He leaned in closer, his lips hovering just above hers. He could feel her breath against his skin, warm and inviting. "May I?" he asked, his voice a sultry whisper.

She nodded, her eyes fluttering shut. He closed the distance between them, their lips meeting in a tender kiss. It was a kiss full of longing, full of unspoken emotions.

As they parted, their breaths mingled, their hearts pounding in unison. He gazed into her eyes, his expression filled with adoration. "You're beautiful," he said, his voice husky with emotion.

She smiled, her eyes sparkling with happiness. "So are you," she replied, her voice filled with love.

They spent the rest of the morning wrapped in each other's arms, their bodies warm and relaxed against each other. They whispered sweet nothings in each other's ears, and they laughed and played like two children.

He had never felt so happy, so complete. He had found the light in his darkness, and he knew that he would never let her go.

After their lovely morning together, she got up to take a bath. He watched her go, his eyes lingering on her graceful figure. As she came out of the bathroom, wrapped in a fluffy towel, he couldn't help but stare. She was stunning, her skin glowing, her hair damp and tousled.

"You're distracting me," he said with a chuckle.

She blushed and smiled, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "That's the plan," she teased.

He shook his head and laughed, unable to resist her playful charm. They got dressed and headed to the kitchen to make breakfast.

He cooked eggs and bacon while she made toast and coffee. They chatted amiably, their conversation flowing easily.

"I'm so glad you're back," she said finally, her voice filled with sincerity. "I missed you."

He smiled, his heart warming at her words. "I missed you too," he replied. "More than you know."

They ate their breakfast in silence, savoring each bite and the company of the other. When they were finished, they went to the living room to relax.

He put on some music and they sat on the couch, cuddling close. He closed his eyes and listened to the music, the sound of her heartbeat a comforting rhythm in his ears.

She ran her fingers through his hair, her touch light and soothing. He felt a sense of peace wash over him, a peace he hadn't felt in a long time.

He opened his eyes and looked at her, his heart overflowing with love and gratitude. He knew that he was lucky, to have found someone who loved him unconditionally, someone who saw the good in him even when he couldn't see it himself.

He kissed her forehead and whispered, "I love you."

She smiled and kissed him back, her love for him as strong as ever.