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Imagine your Villain F/O. You were once close with them. A subordinate, a friend, a lover. Your history stretches back long and intimately. But now they stand against you.
You’ve hunted them down for years, dedicating hours upon hours of your life to the pursuit of finding them as they slip away again and again.
But you have them now. As your weapon trains on them, they smile. A hand outstretches with an offer.
‘why fight, come with me y/n.’ a promise that if you join them, you can serve by their side in their grand ideal.
The hand finds it’s way to your head and fondly strokes your hair. Your weapon wavers.
Do you take their hand?
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