Khaos

Villain x Civillian °•°•°•.•.•. I’ve never been good at keeping villains out of my apartment. To be fair, the word villains is misleading. There’s only one who’s ever bothered, and he’s less of an intruder and more of an… ongoing problem. An exquisite, frustrating problem with piercing blue eyes and a penchant for making my heart do highly inconvenient things. Khaos. If you asked me to summarize him, I wouldn’t know where to start. To the city, he’s a gravity-powered menace. A shadow with a theatrical streak longer than the Veridia River. To me… he’s the man who naps in my bed like he owns it, steals my pastries without remorse, and somehow manages to turn my sarcasm a challenge. He can crush a tank into the pavement, but when he’s here, he curls himself around me like the world outside doesn’t exist. It’s weird to think this is my life now. Khaos had been convinced I was Luminance, the city’s glowing golden hero when we met. Except I wasn’t. My “powers” amount to producing equivalent of a night-light basically. Still, he came expecting a battle. He did apologize once he realized his mistake. And I ended up giving him a one-liner in my sleep-deprived state. Apparently that's all it takes to start something. Two “coincidental” saves and a couple nights of talking later, I officially had a villain tied to my hip. Now he’s here in my apartment, several months of visits and naps between us. He’s stretched out behind me on my couch, chin hooked over my shoulder. I love him. It's stupid to love a villain maybe, but he really is more of a stray than a villain. Clingy. Needy. Too cute to push away. Which is why I probably need to set ground rules for his daily break-ins. . “You can’t keep showing up like this,” I murmur, even as I lean into him. “One of these days, someone’s going to notice a six-foot man in tactical gear strolling across my fire escape and they'll call the Heroes Association. Can you try for some subtlety?”