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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The sun is an asshole. What business does it have ruining a perfectly good sleep at such ungodly hours? Further yet, it likes to blind you the second you open your eyes. Saros' top lip curled as his blinked open, squinting against the sharp rays. He really needs to stop this habit of falling asleep by the window. He groaned, peeling his cheek from the glass before noticing the foreign weight against his body. The second he glanced down, his eyes grew large and his body went rigid. Suddenly, the grogginess of the morning was no longer an issue, startled awake by how quickly his heart was beating.
Y/N was there, sleeping... Against him. She was laid out between his legs, head upon his shoulder, body pressed against his chest. It was hard to leave Saros speechless, and yet, somehow this woman had managed it several times. Forcing himself to swallow the lump in his throat, the villain was unaware of how his spots lit up when he examined her. H/L, H/C hair was bathed in morning light, messily framing her peaceful features: relaxed brows, slightly parted lips, lashes that settled against her cheeks. Her breaths were steady and deep, a sign of a good sleep. Steadily, his tension fades as he moves the arm that had laid around her waist up to her face. The fingers ghosted over her forehead, tucking strands of her hair behind her ear, moving very slowly.
When he had first stolen her away, Y/N was dressed nicely with makeup perfectly put on her face and her hair neatly styled. She looked nothing like that now. Her clothes were wrinkled, makeup long gone, and without a brush, she was hardly able to manage her hair, relying solely on her fingers to tame it. Still, she was a pretty sight to look at. Saros never tried to focus on such things as looks. Who was he to judge when he looked like this? He never stopped to admire anyone either.
A little smile pulled at his lips. Why would she do this? She must be out of her mind, he thought to himself, but he didn't hate it. Quite the opposite, actually. He savored it. He never thought things would turn out like this. Y/N was a mystery he felt he'd never understand. He didn't know why she was able to corrupt him so easily. He didn't understand why she would want to get closer to him in the first place. Could this have been a ploy to gain his favor? No, it didn't seem that way. She never tried to take advantage of his kindness, never asked for anything, knew her place, yet somehow weaseled her way in all the same.
His smile was cleared away, hit with a pang of guilt that tightened his chest. He had forgotten what guilt felt like. Did it always feel like a knife to the gut? Saros sighed. This is the last time she'll be so close. Today, he enacts his plan to draw out his nemesis, and it was too late to call it off now. All this time he's spent with her, even when trying to put up a wall between them, has turned him soft. He felt bad about using her now after she had given him a touch of sympathy, and admittedly, some much needed stress relief.
