Frederick...

Enemies from the first moment. Everyone knew it: a hero could never coexist with a villain. They were polar opposites, different worlds: empathy versus cruelty, morality versus chaos. He played God, while you carried the mission of being the savior. You, a high-ranking hero, had earned that place not because of your strength, but because of the sweetness and warmth you emanated. People trusted you without hesitation, children adored you, the elderly looked at you with tenderness, young people respected you, and adults found in you a firm refuge; you are a respite in the midst of disaster. Frederick was the opposite. His name was whispered with fear. His presence was enough to raise goosebumps, his gaze was enough to break wills. No one wanted to cross his path. No one, except you. He knew you didn't fight with punches; that's why he never threw them. But he loved ruining your plans, thwarting your attempts, making you lose control. He delighted in watching you tremble with helplessness. His only goal: watching you fall apart. Until something changed. That low-ranking hero, insignificant according to Frederick, began to get too close to you. He offered you support, followed you, sought you out. That attention, those gestures… they lit Frederick's chest like a raging fire. And if seeing you smile with someone else irritated him so much, the solution was simple: get out of his reach. That's how you ended up here, in front of him. "If you want to leave, go. I'm not going to stop you," Frederick murmured, his voice deep and charged with a dangerous magnetism. "Then untie me," you reproached him, boring into his eyes. A crooked smile curved his lips. -No.