Love is Evil

Nap Time

Author's Note:

Hello, everyone! I was asked to draw a picture of Saros so that you can all have a better reference on what he looks like. Well, wonder no further! Here he is:

Enjoy your villain!

And, now, on with the story!

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•Y/N: Your Name
•E/C: Eye Color

Your POV:

A smile of content comes to my lips as I shut the book in my hands. At last, I have finished this godforsaken book. It felt like the whole world had been Hellbent on keeping me from getting to the end, but it was all worth it for that twist end. Boy, was it a doozy. While setting the novel aside, I lift my gaze to view the man in front of me.

To my surprise, I find Saros fast asleep with the warm sun shining on his peculiar face. I will admit, I found the sight a little mesmerizing, especially since his white spots are glowing brightly, like twinkling stars. His head rests against the window and his knees are to his chest in order to have his arms folded on top of them. The villain's book sits at his side, closed with the bookmark on top of its hardcover. Seems he finished his as well before deciding to have a little nap.

I turn my head to look out the window and see that the sun is high in the sky, meaning that it must be somewhere around noon, perhaps even a bit later. My, how time flies when you're lost in the pages of a thrilling story. After admiring the view for a minute, I grab my book before standing up. I take my captor's as well, leaving his bookmark on the bench, before putting them back on the alphabetically ordered shelf. The door suddenly captures my attention in the corner of my eye, causing me to look towards it before gazing back at Saros. He's sleeping soundly from the looks of it. His chest rises and falls at a steady pace with each gentle breath that spills from his slightly parted lips. I hear no snoring, but I don't think he does. At least, I've never heard him snore before.

'He seems to be in a deep sleep. It would be very easy to slip out of here without him noticing.' I look back at the door in contemplation, wondering if that might actually be a good idea. I would certainly have some time before he woke up. I shake the thought from my head immediately.

'No, that's a stupid idea. Even if I do get out, I'll still have his minions to deal with, and, with my current luck, I doubt I'll get very far. Besides, I got to see a different side of Saros, a nice side. Do I really want to chance screwing up and getting on his bad side? No, it'd be smarter to stay. It's not like he's hurting me or anything, and I know he intends to release me at some point.'

I flinch on instinct upon hearing shuffling from behind me and turn my head. I find Saros straightening out his legs and shuffling closer to the window to get closer to the warmth the sun brings. His arms limply cross over his lap as his mouth shuts fully. He starts to breathe from his nose, but his eyes don't open and his breathing is the same as before. He gives a soft sigh before going straight back into sleep.

Thank goodness. If he had woken up and saw me staring at the door like that, it probably wouldn't end well. He definitely would've realized what I was thinking about. After all, Saros is a smart man, one I definitely don't wish to anger. I've seen what he can do first hand, and it honestly scares me.  I should be thankful that he's been tolerant- no, kind to me. He brought me to his room and gave me a comfortable bed to sleep on when he could've just left me in that bloody cell to sleep on the cold, cement floor. He even allows me to read to pass the time. By this point, I hardly even feel like a prisoner, though, I am still very much aware of the situation. I know better. Saros is still a villain, and I am just a pawn in his game, however, I'm glad that my time here has been pleasant for the most part. I softly rub the back of my neck while staring at the man's position.

'He can't be very comfortable like that.' Figuring I'd return his kindness, I reach up to the top bunk to grab his blanket. I hold the royal blue fabric in my hands as I bring it over to him before cautiously wrapping it around him, doing my best not to wake the sleeping villain. I can't help but stare a bit longer at his face. He looks peaceful, not intimidating at all or even tense. I feel a strange sensation form in my stomach, but I can't tell if it's a good thing or not as I back up some towards the bed. I rub my eyes while leaning against the shelves after feeling a slight sting in the E/C orbs.

'A nap would actually be good right about now.' It's not that I feel tired, but my eyes deserve a rest after having spent hours staring at words on a page. I slip into the bottom bunk before wrapping myself, burrito style, in a blanket to get comfortable and close my eyes.

It isn't long before I too fall asleep.

Author's POV:

Half an hour passes before icy eyes start to twitch beneath dark eyelids. Black lashes flutter as they open before Saros' hand is lifted to rub the sleep out of his tired orbs. He had a late night, so the rest had been rather nice and refreshing. The man lifts his head off the window before wincing at the tension in his neck and gently massages the back of it.

'Should've slept on the bed in...stead...' The villain's brows scrunch in confusion upon seeing the blanket draped over his shoulders.

'When the hell...' His gaze shifts over to where his prisoner previously sat, but she isn't there anymore. He gets off the cushioned bench before looking around, holding the warm blanket close to his body, until his eyes finally land on the sleeping figure in the bottom bunk of his bed.

'She must've put this on me.' Without noticing, the man's cheeks heat up, causing his spots to glow faintly amongst the dark patches of his skin. This surprised him, for he hadn't expected Y/N to act this way when he first snagged her at the bank. She was so frightened then, but, now, look at her. She's able to sleep peacefully in the villain's presence, speak to him without stumbling over her words or cowering in fear, and now she goes and does this.

She's nothing at all like the other people he's held captive. All they've ever done is plead for mercy or get very angry. Y/N has brought about a welcome change to that. He appreciates that she isn't annoying or idiotic. She hasn't even tried to escape, regardless of the plentiful opportunities.

After all, his door has a lock on the inside that she can easily turn, and he's left her alone several times now. Anyone else would've tried at least once now. Saros knows he doesn't deserve her kindness, and he certainly never has been treated this way before. All he's ever been to people is an outcast, a monster, a freak. It took him years to get the respect he has now, and, still, he's never experienced anyone treating him like this: without fear, without hate.

It feels... good to be treated this way, to be treated like an actual human being. The corners of the villain's lips twitch upwards to form a light smile, which feels out of place on his face as he looks towards the bookshelf. He makes a motion with his hand, causing a thin book to slip out with the help of his telekinetic abilities. Along with the book, he brings forth a pen and paper to write a note to his prisoner. After it's written, he removes the blanket from around his shoulders to fold it and set it aside before placing the book and note on top of it. Here, on the bench, she should notice it quickly after she wakes up. Saros then peers into the bottom bunk at Y/N's unconscious form and notices that she is still wrapped in his cape. The sight brought another smile to his lips as he leans away.

'I suppose I could leave it this once.' The villain turns his heel and walks towards the door before leaving and closing it behind him, not bothering to lock it this time. He leans his back against the wooden surface with a fast-beating heart and a smile glued to his lips. He could get used to this warm feeling coursing through his chest. It makes his insides feel light and airy.

'Who would've thought something like this would ever happen to someone like me?'