Different in the Dark

In her dreams, he was kind, sincere, and affectionate. But when she awoke, he was Leader of the Rogues. And she was still a Hero.

Heroes and Villains, good and bad, truth and lies. Was it that simple? When was the world stripped of its vibrancy, becoming all black and white? Perhaps things would look a little different in the dark.

How many lines would blur in the light of fire? And how many secrets would be brought to light?